Sun Mote Copse A cross between a zombie apocalypse and big Bobby "The Brain" Heenan

Maybe @Towhee? Can probably forward date it up to a week so it's at a point where her visiting makes sense?

Manual dexterity wasn't a thing Alyx would have for a while, but what minimal mastery she had over her limbs was already being put to good use. Specifically, she'd already figured out how to soothe herself. It wasn't exactly rocket science, but to Alyx, it was a sign of superior intellect that she'd figured out how to shove her own tiny paw in the side of her mouth so she could suck on it.

And suck it she did. If she wasn't nursing or crawling around the den, she was lying on her back or her side with her paw in or near her mouth. The thin fuzz on her foot was constantly gummy or wet. The first few times she'd managed to jab herself with her tiny nails, as evidenced by a minuscule scratch right above her lip, but now she was pretty good at it. In fact, it was already becoming a bad habit to stick her paw in her mouth in lieu of whimpering and whining when she was uncomfortable.

Like now, stranded in the middle of the floor away from Niamh and Quetzal and Primrose, sucking furiously on her foot.