Hideaway Strath here for evermore

Mallaidh had been sleeping rather soundly. The activity in brain—dreams—never translates when she wakes, unable to put words and sounds and sight to what’s going on in her head. What she does know, however, is the feeling is far from ideal. The touches of her brother with one little paw sets her into as much of a nightmare as her tiny little mind can produce. She whimpers quietly when she’s touched again but this time she’s startled into reality. Her head bobs, her little form shaking, and on uncoordinated limbs, she tries to move closer to the sweet scent of milk. Hungry is the last thing on her mind in that moment, but the comfort envelops her, and ultimately she gets as close as she can—including bumping up a little closer to Ceallach.