Whitefish River It's been one week

Before she was able to quiet one daughter's cries, her twin woke, crying out as well. When Spica was sufficiently soothed and mostly quieted, Speedy turned to Syrma, gently licking and nuzzling her, as well. So far, the two boys were still fast asleep, limbs twitching periodically in response to whatever little puppy dreams they were having. 

Her attention fell back on the twins, and she reached down to nuzzle Spica's little outstretched nose, gladly offering whatever affection they wanted, if that was what she wanted. They obviously couldn't tell her at this point, so she did her best to interpret their cries and grunts. Luckily, most of their complaints could be resolved with food or affection, something she was sure she would look back and miss when their problems undoubtedly became more complicated.