Shasta suckled, she drank alot, and it seemed alot for a tiny pup like her, but she needed her nutrients. Without nutrients she would not be able to grow and function normally. After she finished she had milk mustache.
Samson looked at Dawn, and thn looked at his paws trying not to be rude. He was a good wolf, and not a rude one. He respected others space, and privacy.
Rava lept down from the rock she had been on for a while and decided to see what was gong on. She saw Samson, and Dawn and trotted over. She sat against a tree and said "I'm Rava"