The Sunspire I am hanging in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall

Though Wisp was prone to fits and was far from a simple infant, she wasn't utterly inconsolable. Neither of the babes was strong enough to pull themselves away from the other, and they had gotten themselves into something of a situation where both were desperate to be parted. Wanting something and being unable to secure it was distressing; thus did Wisteria wail and screech until she was cocooned in Rannoch's warm embrace.

While on the one hand his grooming was more stimulation to an already stimulated baby wolf, the rhythmic press of his tongue on her downy fur was comforting enough that her cries began to quiet down into whimpers and grunts, and she resumed her kneading, this time against her father's ankle.