Moonspear jade and obsidian

Olive was awake the very moment the boisterous girl had begun to wriggle. Olive was a light sleeper, and rightfully so; it always gave her an extreme sense of panic when she would awaken to find her babies not immediately at her side. Several times they had breeched the confines of their new, mountainous den and gave their mother quite a start — so the woman had developed a very light and fleeting method of sleep. If they were awake, she was awake… and if she wasn’t awake, then Dakarai’s large frame provided an adequate blockade. But, at that moment there was no hurdle to climb so Olive watched as the form of her inky daughter obscured against the sunlight dripping in through the den’s entrance and then was gone.

With a huff, Olive pulled herself from the cool floor of the den and poked her head outside — looking for the scampering form of Cassiopeia, which was surely running off in some crazy trajectory, banner raised and paws flying from excitement of her flight. Olive wouldn’t intervene unless Cass absolutely needed her help — who was she to stifle such divine childhood creativity and energy?