Sawtooth Spire i'm bound by these choices so hard to make

Wylla cracked one yellow eye open, grimacing as the sunlight and Stag's voice alike speared directly into her brain. Ouch. She had her limbs thrown haphazardly over @Thade and @Phaedra, as much to keep them warm as to keep them still while she napped, but both pups had also heard Stag's voice and would no doubt be squirming to get free.

Fine. With a sigh of faux exasperation (she was glad, in fact, that Stag had come round), Wylla rolled slowly onto her back, unleashing both cubs, but not before muttering, make sure you beat the shit out of him, show him who's boss, for their little ears as they presumably made their bids for freedom. She made a large ordeal out of stretching and yawning before poking her head out of the cave and squinting against the bright glare of the sun.