She was doing her best to turn around toward her brother, but her best mostly landed her on her back, sort of turned toward her littermate and vulnerable to his prodding nose. She squeaked when he pushed at her, flailing more before she sort of gave up and settled down.
Morena's maw opened instead, and she searched for her brother's fur. The intent was to lick him, but she definitely lacked the coordination to do so on purpose just yet. It wasn't quite as instinctive as suckling, after all.
It seemed both children lacked the coordination to make things work. Soter could only hope he would not be this useless forever. A rotund creature with stout limbs that he barely controlled. This body would not do for long.
For now, it worked well enough as he pressed his face into the soft fur of Morena’s chest. Her scent was familiar and logged under the category of Things That Are Good. It seemed he was content to settle down for now if she would too. Granted knowing Soter, his peaceful act would not last for long.
Hopefully, when they were older she would have the energy to put up more of a fight, though somehow she doubted it already. When her brother nestled into her chest, she slumped bonelessly in return, licking at him a few times before she fell still.
Playtime was short for now, but it was always nice to curl up with her brother for a nap. In this position, maybe they would even find each other fast enough to play more before sleep crept in once again.