Stavanger Bay Little Angels wrapped in fur

:D

Sleep came as easily to Ragna as anything else, and she found that she needed quite a bit of it. Her body was growing rapidly, and she had been alive for nearly a week now, but she still was not adjusted to everything that life entailed. She found that, quite often, she needed to rest to recover from the excitement of each new thing she discovered (and, usually, promptly forgot.)

Her mother was a familiar presence to her now. Though she had no name for the creature, she felt an inexplicable and powerful bond towards it. Even still, when it began to prod and lick at her, she woke with a small jolt, squealing her displeasure at being woken even as she forgot it.