Perhaps if she pricked it with a needle, instead of blood flowing out, it would be milk.

Wait a minute, the first time she breastfed… surely it didn’t require pricking with a needle?

Irina was dumbfounded. Damien held Irina in his arms and apologized. “My bad. Let me take another look at it. Let me see if I can squeeze it out.”

“If it could be squeezed out, the cubs would long have been fed. It can’t be done. I squeezed so hard yesterday that the skin over that spot is broken.”

Irina gazed at her surroundings, then lowered her head to look at her cubs, her face nearly buried...