Sun Mote Copse 'twas brillig, and the slithy toves

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It was taking Fin far longer than she liked to recognize to recover from her latest round of poppin’ out babies. She wasn’t nearly as dizzy and exhausted as she had been in the first couple of weeks after she’d given birth, but she had yet to reach the level of “okay” she’d usually have gotten to days ago. It had alarmed her at first, but now it seemed to be alright. Even if it was slow going, she was still getting better every day, and that was a win in her book.

The other win was the four beautiful beebs she had to dote on now. Unlike any of her previous litters, I didn’t promptly lose all inspiration and essentially vanish from the game for a couple of months right after they were born, so they somehow seemed more magical than any of her others (sry guys). They were such unique individuals to her, where the rest just kind of blurred into each other a bit (again, my bad guys). 

She was dozing contentedly when the shenanigans began. Weejay’s arrival roused her from her rest, but she merely gave her granddaughter a small smile and continued to rest. Watchful, but still lazy. When the word PLAY was shouted, she awoke more fully to pay better attention. They both might be pups, but Weejay was used to playing with one that was far less fragile than Sugar, and Fin wasn’t going to leave the situation unsupervised.

”Be gentle, Widge,” Fin warned gently, giving the girl another tired smile. Sugar was pointed away from her, so she hadn’t spotted the new development yet. Otherwise, she might’ve interrupted the play to get a better look. As it was, she just nosed the other three to make sure they were alright before turning her attention to their play.