Sawtooth Spire Chaos is the same as it's always been.

Her heart felt as though it had swollen ten times it's normal size to accommodate the immeasurable affection that Nyx held for her newborns. In only the few short hours since they're arrival, despite exhaustion, the new mother curled herself snugly around their tiny little bodies and rarely let her gaze drift away, so fearful she was of missing something.

Truthfully, she'd anticiated being far busier following the arrival of her litter, but at seemed that newborns were pretty good at doing what they were supposed to do. They only needed her to act as some never-ending milk bar, which was... rather dull. Still, Nyx knew she would do anything for her babies, so she would serve without complaint.

Mahler had stepped out, leaving the tawny Ostrega alone with her brood. She poked at each tiny dorsal with her nose, peppered them with delicate little kisses, but one was quick to oppose. Nyx grinned at her dark-furred child and shifted to better look upon her for a moment before leaning in close to deliver further affection regardless of Ciri's dissatisfaction.