Swiftcurrent Creek Cars lining the streets, choking the place where kids could make believe

OOC: Dinner bells a-ringing

With half the hare stashed for the pack and half in her belly, Wylla figured now was as good a time as any to return to her duty of Walking Milk Bags. What a horrible life. That was the last time she let any dude's pecker near her sacred temple, thank you very much. She'd been out for over half an hour stretching her legs, but she still dragged her paws all the way back to her musty den, simultaneously begging for @Tiercel to be dead so she would be free of the responsibility, and terrified of the possibility.

Why had she left her baby alone again? Whose stupid idea was that?!

Wylla hastened her steps to clear the last few yards to her den and whistled out a quiet whine to draw her still-totally-deaf daughter's attention. Idiot. Clutched tightly in her muzzle was a velveteen ear severed from the hare before she'd buried it, a gift for her only child, and hopefully a distraction. Her saggy tits weren't even the least bit attractive, and that was to say nothing of how badly they ached and burned on a daily basis from Tiercel's insistent suckling. Anything that could keep her daughter occupied long enough for Wylla to catch a few winks without milk teeth gnawing on her sensitive nips was a gift from God.

Thanks, Jesus. I knew hanging out with you today was a good idea. She slid on her belly into the dark shadows, wincing as her aforementioned parts dragged against the ground, just in time to see the aftermath of Tiercel's unceremonious first kiss with Mother Earth. "The hell are you doing?" she murmured, dropping the ear right on Tiercel's back to draw the kid's attention. Her eyes were open, but it was like looking into the vacant stare of a guppy in an unfurnished fish bowl and knowing that any brain activity was minimal at best. How was Wylla to know that that was simply Tiercel being blind as all hell while her senses developed? She genuinely thought her kid was slow in the head, and that'd make sense given who the father was.

"Suck on that," she commanded, and flopped down on her side in the little space afforded at the other end of the den.