Hoshor Plains grocery shopping

Her eyelids had unsealed, though only the tiniest slivers of stonewashed blue showed. It would be another day or two before they really opened. Regipre didn't even realize the change. The little sight she was granted was fuzzy and gray. She relied much more on her senses of smell and touch to continue guiding her through the days. Taste played a major role too, of course; more often than not, the little gift clung to Tomahawk's breast like a leech, drinking the shares left by her doomed hybrid litter mates.

This morning, she fed until she was fit to burst, then turned from Tomahawk, crawling right over her brother and sister as she made her way to a destination unknown. Previously, Regipre had had no qualms eliminating where she slept and fed, inevitably leaving her mother to get rid of the mess. Now, she felt an instinct to move away from her mothers' and remaining litter mates' warmth to empty her bladder and bowels.

As soon as she could no longer feel any of their soft warmth, Regipre paused and evacuated, leaving a messy and odorous puddle on the floor. She grunted, then sighed. Now it was time to return to Tomahawk's flank. But before she could, something came tumbling down on her head. It caused her to squeak, though it didn't hurt so much as surprise her. Regipre rumbled, then let out a wee growl as she began to thrash, trying to avoid getting smothered by the strange thing on top of her.