Moonspear blinking in the starlight

Her ears fanned back and she softly shook her head. She spoke quietly, but not nearly as hushed as her older daughter. "It is fine," she dismissed after Lyra's apology, for she didn't find the two to be linked in any immediate way (although she certainly appreciated the mindfulness, no doubt). Puppies found a lot to complain about in their tiny little worlds. "Maybe.. but they all ate not too long ago," she reasoned as she looked down at the puppy, trying to discern whatever she could from the little cub, and really hoping the solution wasn't an offered teat--not when the mother was already looking forward to weaning them..

With gentle finesse, she moved the troubled whelp further away from the others before she could disturb the rest of them. She seemed to be bothering her head, or face, but that still didn't pinpoint the issue. "Vela.. she does not usually say much," she murmured, only stopping her thought to sweep her tongue over the girl's face. Even she felt like she was still only getting to know them and really match their distinctions to them each individually, but of them all, Vela was usually a mild one who was not usually quick to upset. "But puppies can be easily bothered by so much. It seems a bit uncomfortable to adjust, at first," she lamented thoughtfully while repeating the motion again should her results not be absolutely catastrophic. Puppies were bizarre, and her patience for them was thankfully just thick enough to get her through this.