Moonspear dreamless, uninvaded sleep

They reacted or they roused, each in their own way, and she narrowed her eyes at them with a tired, vague curiosity. Too fresh, too new, their impressions were still taking shape as they settled in. Ame preferred not to dwell, especially when greeted with the foul, messy realty of whelps once more. All a very quick reminder on why she typically liked puppies less the littler they were.

Already way too invested in the little shits, she wrinkled her nose (eventually to the point of a pretty considerable grimace) and scooted the brownish duo closer to her hindpaws--out of range of this nasty, as she huffed a sigh and cleaned up the offender Revui and ground zero victim Arcturus roughly enough to get the job done. She passed a quick glance to the others over the work on the boys, but hoped they could keep it together long enough to not make it worse.