The Sentinels Then we do it again

Dante and Osprey were equally guilty of whispering their desired names to the babes when left to their own devices. Wraen had listened to each of them with rapt interest the moment the cotton started being plucked from her ears...the sparkle of her eyes ever-watchful for their attention so that she might demonstrate the dawning of her speaking skills.
 
Osprey regarded her and the pup practically vibrated with excitement; it was of no concern to her as to what time it was...that sense of guilt would take far longer to rest on her tiny shoulders. "Mo!" She swallowed and gave a loud yap of giddiness before shifting the curve of her tongue to warp the words she was trying to form. "Ma! Mama!" she barked without consideration to the sleeping littermates beside her.