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Her success was near-immediate, and the mother of four was thankful for it. Her dark eyes looked to each child who suckled away... and feeling satisfied all was well, Tonravik adjusted herself only slightly so that her body could behave as a natural barrier so her children would not escape her. The sound of them suckling had become something she was now used to, and was oddly enough to lull her into a light sleep. As ever, she remained partially alert, one ear perked upward to listen for anything odd that merited her waking.