May 28, 2020, 04:45 PM
The usual: open to those allowed in the den.
She was still blind and deaf, a few days remaining before her eyes would slowly begin to peel open. Sialuk tossed and turned, her small (but quickly-growing) body warm to the touch. Over the past twenty-four hours or so, she'd grown increasingly fussy and whiny. And now she was just downright uncomfortable. A fever now took hold of her. A small tongue lolled out of her mouth to try to rid her body of the excess heat it was putting off to fight whatever internal infection was brewing.