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Dagfinn stood guard outside the Kind Sequoia day and night. No one had asked him to do this, but it comforted him to be near Lotte (and her little bean-bears, though he would never admit it), and it gave him an excuse to remain nearby, just in case she needed something.

Or, just in case she was snoring like a hibernating bear while her children were peeping for... something.

Dag twitched an inquisitive ear and poked his head into the den. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark of the den, but once they had, a silly grin quirked his face. Lotte, the poor girl, was in a dead sleep, drool drizzling from her maw and massive snores shaking her blue-grey sides. At her belly, one boy wriggled and cried in a puddle of his own urine while his sister tried to suckle at his ear.

"Ay, wee bears," he said with a soft chuckle, padding forward and nudging the girl away from her brother. Dagfinn rooted into Lotte's side until he felt a splash of warm milk on his nose, and then he carefully picked up his niece and placed her at the teat he'd located.

With a huff of disgust, he picked up the boy and, laying down near Lotte's sleeping form, took him between his paws and began to clean the pee off of him.