Moonspear degrees of light

Bleary eyed and mentally slogging her way out of slumber, she lifted her head to survey the relative darkness of the den when a pup's cries drew her attention. First step was always identifying who voiced their concerns so plainly, and secondly came understanding why. Usually there was a reason, no matter how small. Sometimes not, and always, efforts had to be in mind to make sure she'd only have one fussing infant on hand instead of a whole litter worth of whining needing calmed down.

But naturally, another was quick to add in her own chorus and it was the unfortunately familiar noise-maker, Alya. This quickened her focus, although she would have been happier to hear them both quiet down own their own, she wouldn't be that lucky.

Spotting the two that strayed from the rest, she rose and crept closer with the entire delicate touch she could bring from her tired, stiff body. She chuffed, low and fond to the little ones when she came upon them both. In this motion, she realized that Lyra's eyes were open now too. With her own sense of timing not being the best for all of her own life, she has never known what is meant to be appropriate for these pups and their milestones exactly but she is undeniably pleased to see she had joined her sisters finally. Ame couldn't help but murmur a soft shhh onto her forehead. At least for Alya, all this noise was normal, so the dark alpha did not intervene yet, but watched the pup keenly all the same to see how she may test her current limits.

While she did, she noticed Dash just at their doorstep. She chuffed at him, although found her voice clipped and expression stiffening -- which she masked by nosing Lyra gently in her silence. She trusted him, though, and he brought food, so she would let him have his first true glimpse of them. Ame swallowed thickly and wriggled her tail in the den's dim light.