Moonspear dreamless, uninvaded sleep

They were still so new, and as such, she was still tired--riddled with ache, too, as she re-adjusted to life with the newborns at her side once again.  Accordingly enough, the hours that followed their arrival were spent in a haze. Feeling too faraway and half-asleep sometimes, yet dialed-up to maximum in the very next second.. she went through the motions with them as she tried to grow accustomed to her every move having a domino effect on them, as well as their perpetual long lists of needs, and all else that the littlest Ostrega lives warranted.

When she felt one moving, possibly, she roused from her almost-doze and shot a quick glare to the pile of (presumably) sleeping puppies to find the offender. Unable to narrow it down exactly to one thing wrong, she gave a few of them soft nudges to the rump in an effort to scoot them closer to each other as well as her warmth. She curled in around even tighter and hoped that would solve it before the whole litter came to wiggling about too.