Hideaway Strath the teeth of the eye of a storm

Eirlys, roused from her disconcertingly deathlike state, nursed distractedly for the span of about a minute before beginning her rampage. Mewling inconsolably, she worked her noodly little legs into a frenzy until one pink-toed forepaw made contact with the soft velvet of @Mallaidh’s flank. Natural curiosity bade the snowdrop to follow suit with her face, but she couldn’t seem to actually grab hold of anything; she merely opened her mouth as wide as it would go and turned her head from side to side, her tiny tongue curling rhythmically in an attempt to learn more about what she had discovered. It was during a particularly violent lunge that she veered away from Mallaidh and into open space, scooting along like a little turtle on the go and accidentally shoving one hind paw unceremoniously into @Ceallach’s personal space.

On some subconscious level, perhaps Eirlys was looking for @Roarke. She had no names for her siblings and her knowledge of them was nebulous at best, but there was a restlessness in her little body that did not seem to quiet — not even when Lotte uttered her name and crooned gently to her, a soft, low vibration without sound that she would one day come to accept as hers long before she could repeat it back. “She is looking for her kaksonen,” Lotte chuckled above her head, and Eirlys cooed in response to the warm rush of air as she wormed her way over to her eponym and opened her mouth wide, intending to engulf one of his toes like an enraged sea monster. She reached with both snowy forepaws to grip @Dagfinn’s paw —

Worming was really hard, though.

Mid-attack, the snowdrop sighed softly and slowed to a full stop, the nub of her blunt puppy nose just barely touching her uncle’s paw before she fell asleep.