Whitefish River I feel like prey, I feel like praying

Her pups continued to mill about, with Indra staring without any shame whatsoever at Desna, and Saena clucked her tongue as if to usher them to her. It worked for Laurel and Milo, whom she then trapped with gentle and harmless placement of her hindquarters upon their tails to prevent them from running away, and then she swung a leg forward in an effort to sweep Indra toward her as well. "C'mon," she implored, "nap time." For her as well.

"Thanks, Desna," she said before settling herself with her children. Laurel and Milo, now freed of her grasp, went for her teats instantly, causing her to wince lightly. "Indra," she cooed, hoping the third babe would oblige her, though as she rested her head across her legs she knew she would let the red-haired pup do whatever she wanted short of wandering off. Saena was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to close her eyes for a time.