Moonspear dreamless, uninvaded sleep

Yami's life had been a quiet one thus far. Eat, then sleep. Eat, then sleep. There was some squirming in between, some periodic invasion of a cleansing tongue, and of course the random re-shuffle of her wriggly body amongst the other wriggly bodies. Overall, Yami had little to complain about. So long as her routine wasn't interrupted too often. Or ever.

But, there it was. Something squirmed, and that of course set off a whole chain reaction of response squirms. Yami gave a mournful whimper as she felt the wolf-made walls around her shift, rousing her from her nap. She stretched out her little arms before her as she was smushed further into the puppy pile, pawing at what was either a mom's belly, a sister's face or a brother's bum - she didn't know. Whatever it was, she felt a sudden urge to try and feed from it. And so she reached with gaping jaws to give an exploratory nibble to the side of her twin's head.