Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

Eske offered up some token protests in the form of a grunt or two, though more or less held still for Wildfire's ministrations. It wasn't long before her tongue swept the babe's peach fuzz into a tiny tuft. She leaned back to grin at her handiwork, then glanced at Gyda to see what she thought. "She needed a hairstyle to match that fierce personality of hers," she said, feeling a little bit of self-conscious heat in her cheeks even as her eyes glowingly regarded the little girl.

Since Eske was getting slower and quieter, Wildfire figured she was tired, hungry or possibly both. They were still so young that visits should be kept pretty short, she knew. Incredibly grateful for these stolen moments, the yearling nonetheless scooted the feisty youngster toward her mother and then slowly stood. "Thanks so much for letting me visit. Think the others' eyes will open soon too? Would it be okay if I swung by again, same time tomorrow?"

After giving the mother a chance to reply, Wildfire somewhat reluctantly scooted backward out of the den, eyes lingering on not only Eske but her brother and sisters too as she retreated. She hadn't brought anything with her this morning, so she decided her next task would be hunting down some small game so that the next time she swung by the den, she would come bearing gifts. With a mission in mind and a smile on her lips, she departed.