Ankyra Sound Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've become

They were so small that there was a constant awareness about Rosalyn on where they were and how she placed herself.  Even while she played with them, she made sure that she didn't shift too often.  Five was a number to keep an eye on, and they could move surprisingly at times.

Like little Marisol, who right now seemed determined to scale her tormented sister.  Rosalyn smiled and dropped the feather, then picked the climbing girl up and placed her between her forepaws.

What's this, little one? Looking to scale the cliffs so soon? she crooned, tickling the babe's belly with her nose as she did so.