The Sentinels I've never wondered if I was afraid

ooc: two quick posts of Osprey leaving all of the responsibilty to Dante. :D

The kids did grow fast - by the end of their week and a half they had grown to be a little bigger and rounder and their eyes had opened. Whether it was an advantage or disadvantage, Osprey could not really tell, because with gaining a new sense, they had also become a bit harder to manage. So keen to explore that now another chore to her routine was heriding them around and constantly checking up on them, if one or all had not crawled, where they should not be. 

Therefore the tired mother reacted to Dante's call with almost too much of eagerness, getting up to her feet quickly (and probably waking her little four-legged wards with her sudden movement) and going to meet her mate. "Glad you are here," she reached out to give him a peck on the muzzle. "All fed and clean, and almost sleeping," it was then, when Sarah's loud, protesting mewl filled the den. Osprey cringed and suppressed the urge to go right back to them. "Care to watch them for me?" she asked, impatient to go outside and have some time for herself.