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

She succeeded into grabbing Phaedra, but not without a rebuttal from the kid, who she immediately dropped between her forepaws as if she'd just discovered mould on her underside. Fuck, she swore, scooting her white paws back and away from the little glob of vomit-or-whatever-the-hell-that-was on the floor. Can you not be completely disgusting for just one day? It was nothing on Thade's occasional bouts of diarrhea but still.

Where were the perfect, precious little bundles of baby breath and soft downy fur? The ones who suckled gently, burped elegantly, slept peacefully and didn't test their mother's patience on a minutely basis? She'd hoped maybe Tiercel was just all of her bad karma come to bite her and this batch would be the promised perfection of infancy, but that was nothing but wishful thinking. So far, they weren't making a good case for babies and she was strongly considering sterilization before there could be any more repeats of this.

Attempts to clean Phaedra only resulted in the child giggling and kicking, which would've been okay if not for one of those surprisingly sturdy legs socking her straight in the nose. Stoppit you little shit! she snapped, attempting to catch Phaedra's entire leg between her teeth to hold it still so she could awkwardly try to bathe it within her own mouth.