With his hand still between the bars, he reaches for Ilima's chest, touching one of his nipples with his fingertips. "It's a little early," He Ming comments. "But it's normal. You have to wean your pups before they move onto solid food."

Concentrating, He Ming squeezes Ilima's nipple and pulls once, producing a small spurt of milk.

"...hm. I'll put you on the milking machine," he decides. "Come along."

He opens the kennel door, stepping out of the way and gesturing for Ilima to follow him towards another side of the barn.