Moonspear the party's underway

She had been a relatively light sleeper all of her life, yet somehow this was dialed up to eleven after the puppies were born. With a little time elapsed since she had brought the small squeaky wolves into existence, she'd already worked on perfecting this. Any noise, scent, or motion and she'd be keen to it soon after realizing it. The smell of blood, and fresh no less, followed by Charon brought her up out of a light doze, and she lifted her head to his chuff. He entered not long afterward.

She always caught herself feeling tense at first about someone else being around, even Charon who was the only one allowed so very near. But, Ame was promptly distracted by the rabbit (and hunger) and she soothed quickly to reach for it with a grateful rumble in her throat in lieu of proper thanks. 

Despite trying not to jostle them much at all, even her smallest of motions would still sometimes disturb them, and her careful reach for the rabbit may have been no different. When she hooked her teeth into the skin and pulled it towards her forepaws, she caught herself glancing sidelong where the bundle of pups sat next to her expectantly. It had been relatively peaceful today, by their still-establishing standards, so she was prepared for some fussing to follow shortly -- assuming that they'd been quiet to store up their energy for now, perhaps. If that was the case, she wondered how much of it she could pawn onto Charon (if only for a moment), or if he would register as too foreign for their meager senses still. The thought of not having them complaining at only her brightened her, truthfully. 

Until she needed to intervene, she tore at the rabbit and watched the pups from the corner of her eye. Otherwise, she was still feeling kind of groggy herself, but warming up slowly. Having some company that wasn't just a few days old sounded practically refreshing at least, and she would address that more after food.