Sleep was still the second-most important thing for little Morena, but it was surprisingly easy for her to escape it nonetheless. This time, it wasn't hunger that brought her snuffling from her dreams, though what it might have been instead she was too young to recognize. Color and sound meant nothing to her, still, but the familiar scents of her family were soothing and banished the cold. She was already well on her way to waking when she felt the nuzzling, and she flailed the rest of the way to consciousness with a squeak, tiny mouth opening—as it almost always was while she was awake. Morena wiggled her way toward the warmth of her dad's face, sticking her tongue out as though trying to lick him.

For once, Mori was quite content to settle down under her parent's attention, her usual whining petering off into the occasional grunt as she felt the affectionate nuzzle and squirmed under her impromptu bath. She did her best to squirm closer to her dad, nudging forward with her nose until she found a place that practically buried her in his scent. She let out a contented noise usually reserved for a full tummy and tried to squirm even closer. With any luck, she could completely bury herself in dad's fur, and she'd have the best, most perfect napping spot ever.

Morena made another one of her contented grunts when dad's head came down, nuzzling closer to him in response. He felt big and warm all around her, no need to go searching, and that satisfied whatever part of her had been so easily disturbed before. Mori decided this was her favorite Best Napping Spot, mouthing at his fur in appreciation and let out a gusty little sigh, already drifting off again.