Whelp

The ragged black lump mewled in its nest of white blankets.  Tiny fangs glistened, and ebony eyes peeped out.

“It’s so helpless,” Chelsea said.  “I was expecting it to be... meaner, I guess.”

“You still have to be careful.  More so, really.”  Alice filled the eyedropper with crimson fluid.  “The big ones just make you afraid.  You can tell they’re dangerous.”  She lowered the dropper to the waiting mouth.  The creature sucked hungrily, staring up at her wide-eyed.  Suddenly, it lunged up the glass tube and sunk its fangs through Alice’s latex gloves. 

“They are what they are,” said Alice.