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Gimme attention. AW for anyone allowed in Portia's den.  :)

Oblivious to the pitter-patter of rainfall beyond the family's hollow, Dacio busied himself doing what he did best: nursing. He nosed among his two sisters, nudging roughly between them as he wriggled comically toward their dam's undersides, and latched hungrily onto the frst teat that presented itself for the taking.

He drank deep, tiny forepaws paddling his mother's soft underbelly to better the flow of milk onto his mouth. Dacio had been slow to accept the newest development that he'd roused to that morning, but when milk was on the menu it no longer concerned him that the world was always moving. Food made everything better, after all, and he did not voice his outrage when daylight flooded his new sense of sight.

Unable to drink any more, the lone boy of the litter released his mother's willing nipple and rudely emitted a loud burp, before flopping to his side to better accomodate the swell of his full belly with a satisfied grunt.
It’ll take time for the six of them to recover from the bear attack but in the meantime, Thuringwethil attempts to return back to their normal life. Their patrols are tighter, and with partners, and any signs of bears are meant to lead him away rather than in. It’s not a hard creature to outsmart, based on predatory instincts and nothing else.

Today, she does not worry about such things. Still in too much strain to hunt properly, Thuringwethil searches for the freshest thing she can find in the cache to bring to @Portia. She has not paid attention to the new-again parents since their own litter and own mess to get into but they are capable themselves to care of them, in conjunction with the rest of the pack offering their services. Carefully, Thuringwethil lays the kill outside the den and offers a gentle chuff inside to draw attention to the mother but she carefully lowers to the ground and peers in, curious to see what holds for Drageda’s newest.
A tiny salmon-pink tongue poked adorably from between dark, leathery lips as Dacio drifted swiftly into a light slumber.

Movement of a sibling interrupted his slumber some time later, and the sterling babe cracked his bleary eyes open to blink up toward his mother. Dacio cooed to her softly, eager for attention, though this want was quickly forgotten as a shadow from outside caused the daylight to flicker. He peered toward the entrance, expectant of another visitor.
Three puppies lay nestled against Portia’s sleeping form and Thuringwethil remains quiet so she does not disturb her. She’s about to turn and put the rabbit somewhere safe and out of reach when she gets the attention of one of the puppies, turning back and looking at her with blurry milky blue eyes. It is a surprise to see them open already but the concept of time has escaped her with all going on. Heda releases a low boof in the child’s direction, whether or not she’ll be understood, but she lowers her head to the opening and waits to see if he’ll come to her.
The dark shadow moved and for the first time in his short life, the ashen Goufa was torn between his curiosity to investigate and the desire to be close to his provider. Uncertain, he whined softly to himself before daring to venture beyond the warmth of his siblings' sides.

With new determination, Dacio scooted across the den floor toward his newest visitor, who smelled a little like his own parents - of safety. When he finally arrived at the obsidian leader's large forepaws, the young Goufa wasted no time in exploring each toe and claw with his eager nose.

After a moment, the puppy works up the courage to move away from his protectors and in her direction. Her tail thumps gently on the ground (though he can’t see), she eagerly awaits as he crosses the den floor in her direction. Not wanting to spook him, she doesn’t make any sudden movements as he get close enough to investigate. A strong noses inhales around her toes and she watches, lowering her snout a little and sniffing close to him. A tongue slips out and brushes over his forehead. “What is your name, little one?” she asks quietly, knowing she won’t get an answer from the child and not likely from the slumbering mother either. Dio has told her the names prior but without a proper introduction, the child could easily be any one of the three.
The shadow welcomed him to her, and Dacio cooed happily as he snuffled at her extended forepaws. He blinks up at her only when he feels a puff of hot air across his head and back, and as his stormy gaze rises to linger on the adult's raven muzzle, a tongue slips past her lips to sweep across his brow.

Amused, and with the tufted silver fur of his crown comically erect with saliva, the infant beamed toothlessly up at his newest companion.
The puppy does not shy away from any of her attempts and she grins when his fur sticks up from her kiss. A grin spreads across his face and she shuffles a little, cross one paw over the other. Thuringwethil has had a fondness for Dalia since she’d first met her, whereas Sirio didn’t quite meet the expectation. Dalia is still behind in comparison and she can’t help but wonder what these three have in store and what kind of wolves they’ll be in the long run.

Slowly, Thuringwethil lowers her head to her paws and her leathery nose twitches playfully near him.
He stares at the dark blur, following her movements with delayed eyes, and notes with interest the bow of her large crown. Curious, he shuffles forward and invites himself right into her personal space, scooting along the length of an outstretched limb until his muzzle is pushed nosily among the feathery black fur of her cheek.

"Buh," he babbled delightedly at the warmth he found there, dipping his own muzzle in attempt to fit his little body beneath the adult's chin in search of a nice place to settle.
He inches along the inside of her leg and she draws her head back, watching him make his way closer. Portia stirs in the distance but barely gives her the time of day, a smile crossing her features as he comes up just beneath her chin. When the mother goes back to sleep, disregarding the kill she brought, and her attention returns back to the greyscale boy against her chest. She allows the child to settle where he so chooses and the dark leader remains in place so not to disturb him.
Mind if we finish this up? Feel free to shove him back toward Portia.  xD

The shadow lifted her crown, allowing Dacio to squish himself beneath her dark chin and fit himself snugly between her forelimbs. He scooted between them, trailing himself along until his nose found the dense warmth of her chest fur. Delighted with his find, the ashen youngster thrust his blunt little muzzle among the Heda's dark pelt.

Safe and secure in her embrace, sleep found him swiftly. Dacio cooed happily as he was swept away from reality and into the realm of dreams.
To her surprise, the boy finds a place between her paws and against her chest, settling into sleep. A smile traces along her lips and she lowers her head, engulfing the boy with her head. There she lay until he wakes for another meal or his mother is up to take over.