Sawtooth Spire It was the 14th of October, had that T-shirt off your shoulder

Short post challenge, you can do it. >:)

The air outside the den was warm for once, heralding spring's imminent arrival, and Wylla yearned to to go out and stretch her legs in it. Alas, there were no trustworthy babysitters at hand for her to foist her two adorable burdens off on, so she was stuck at home with the tykes, not unlike the rest of the world these days. There weren't any good home activities available so she was in the troublesome position of trying to entertain two wolf cubs who were right on the cusp of opening their eyes, if they hadn't already.

Well, Thade certainly hadn't. Everything about the boy seemed... well, slow. He wasn't as energetic as Tiercel had been and not even as energetic as his sister, which was a marvel considering Phaedra's near death experience at birth. He liked to nap and lay around and eat a lot. There were no alarming signs, but he seemed to lack basic motivation so far, so no surprise to see his lids were still tightly sealed after a mid-morning tongue bath.

As for the other one... Wylla replaced Thade at her side and reached quickly for the light-haired @Phaedra, whom she already anticipated would be a little bitch about bath time, because that was what Tiercel had always been.