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Having slipped away but moments ago for a drink, Tonravik, too, heard the commotion in the den. The volume was off. Different than their incessant mewling. Not quite intelligent... but... 

Tonravik trotted to the den, spotting her mate and hearing him make noises similar to the ones she had heard. She had a healthy helping of breakfast for the cubs inside, but she threw him a puzzled expression. Was that you? It had sounded like the cubs but, he truly had done a good job at mimicking them... The alpha female then moved to relieve herself before returning to the babes. Tonravik slid back inside and sniffed at them. Should one prompt her to, she would feed them, but for now she contented herself in trying her hand at pushing the most rambunctious—Malrok—over to give him a quick bath. 

Atuaserk would be next, as the both of them were up. Her ears flicked as she listened to them... trying to sense the change. Surely there was a new one today. Tonravik was trying to discern what it was. Was that an ear twitch? ..."Malrok," she tries, watching, "Atuaserk," her eyes shift to their ears.