artibeus

He stilled when she stopped, and she drew near the cub to sniff. His kneading paws only confirmed that he still lived... the new mother had yet to identify what was normal, what was not. What their habits were she did not yet know, but she would learn that in this stage when they slept they were content, when they ate they were simply hungry, when they whined it was due to needing release or some sort of aid. They never idled; they always were doing something that would aid them in the next hour, or the next day. Even now their bodies worked hard. It was far from interesting to the woman who could not wait for the babes to learn how to only speak when necessary... though she supposed they did just that already, and were needier now than ever. Tonravik supported their reasoning, but still was agitated by the noise. That they were all quiet now appeased her, and she looked approvingly over the bunch—though her eyes skirted over Pingasut, who by appearance alone had more to prove—before laying her head down.