Sawtooth Spire weebles wobble but they don't fall down

The mother bear slept soundly, on her side, before the mouth of the den. She had learned to use her body as a barricade as her sons could crawl easily now. Rarely did they seek to go around her yet, still interested in her milk most of all. Although she slept well, one ear was cupped backward. The alpha female was wise to the potential of invaders, and listened for them while she snoozed. She was adept at recognizing things to take caution of, and anything that sounded near caused her to wake. Presently, all was well. With all inside the den, she worried not... for the while.