Sawtooth Spire nyceteris

of course other babu's are always welcome in any of my threads @ any point :')

Tonravik watched as one cub—the second-born, she discerned—fell to his back. Her ears perked forward, knowing that if he could not right himself he would wail until she aided him. Still the mother waited, waiting for that point, wondering if anything had changed about the parasitic things now that some days had passed. Her head lowered squarely between her shoulders, the apex of the shoulderbones jutting outward to make her look vulture-esque as she observed, licking her chops. Observant, she noted the twitching of his rear-legs... that was new. Tonravik remained still, waiting for the cry... and it was then Malrok rolled over independently, without a sound. The mother was quick to come toward her children then, staring at them... eyes closed, still, and ears looking ever the same to her. Although the others slept, the mother rudely roused them each by flipping them over onto their backs. Malrok was included in this; she wondered if it was a fluke, and so she needed to see it done again.