Sawtooth Spire zugespitzt

When the birth-giver unfurled from around her snoozing cubs, Cirilla objected noisily. Disturbed, she scrunched up her little face and nosed at @Elke's porcelain shoulder in attempt to seek more warmth.

It came quickly, but not in the form she'd been expecting. A different adult swept she and her sister into his loving arms to cradle them snugly at his chest and, although she could barely recall the scent of him from his visits, Ciri was content to bask in the comfort he provided.