Blackfeather Woods itsasuane

Exhaustion carries through the rest of the night into the next morning but she finds herself unable to fall asleep. Every few minutes she’s anxiously checking on them, making sure they’re breathing and there’s not a thing wrong. They eat and she cleans them, stimulates them, and puts them back for sleeping. Over and over does the routine fall easy all she wants is a few minutes of sleep to rest and recover from the night before. Her mind won’t slow down long enough and just when she thinks she might, if she waits long enough, but the routine begins all over again.
 
One of them makes a sound and her ear twitches, sensitive to each move they make and noise they produce. Slowly, she lifts to see Sos wiggle around and readjust instead of taking to the teat for a meal. She presses her nose gently to the back of his head and inhales his sweet scent deeply.