Stavanger Bay the girl the size of a gumdrop

Just tagging to let you guys know we're talking about you. No response is necessary, necessarily.

Doe scoops up a mouthful of the pretty rocks and shells, careful not to break her daughter's findings or her teeth as she carries them to a low shelf within the Stone Den. It won't keep the pups away for long, but Doe hopes that, by the time they can reach it, they will not be so prone to eating whatever fell in front of their faces.

It'd been a good thing when she first began to introduce them to the semi-solid food she drew up from her belly, but it was not good when they began to chew on her precious fawnskin rug. There were now several small holes in it, but Doe didn't let it bother her too much. She had the sheepskin one as well, now, and the entitled mother assumed that there would be plenty more where that came from.

"We can go find the rest when Papa gets back," said Doe, eager to run off with Qilaq to do fun things. She loved her babies, but they just didn't do much. "Or sooner, if we can find someone to keep them warm for a while."

Lifting the sheepskin off the fat, sleepy bundles of @Julep, @Isengrim, @Whiskey, and no-name, Doe climbed back in to continue her shift of warming-duty. When she was sure she was not crushing any of them, she looked back to Qilaq, tilting her head. "Do you want to try it?" she asked, curious but not prompting. She was not sure how Qilaq felt about her wiggly new siblings, but if the girl wanted to interact with them, Doe felt that it should be encouraged.