The Sentinels You gave me nothing, now it's all I got

The act of being born was incredibly taxing and with the flux of warm milk in her once empty belly Wraen found herself lulled into the sweet arms of sleep. She was perfectly content that way, her teensy feet kicking with nonsensical dreams, but she was pulled from the slumber when Osprey  parted from them to greet the wolf she'd one day name Daddy.
 
She was almost monkish in nature but even her placid nature would not deny the low mew of concern as she and her two siblings reflexively bumped into one another and began huddling for warmth. Osprey's absence might've only been for a few moments...but for the blind, deaf pups her moments felt like eons.