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

Tiny, dark paws collided uselessly with her mother's interfering nose, sweeping past whiskers to settle firmly on a smooth cheek. Cirilla, eager for peace and sleep, made a poor attempt at shoving this much larger creature away.

Instead, the birth-giver moved to pepper kisses along her exposed underbelly, which at first she objected to. After emitting an outraged squeal, the little lion cub's voice softened to hushed little mewls. She relaxed into the ministrations for a few moments before she tired of the attention. Managing to right herself, Ciri bundled in close to her sister to seek a teat alongside her, feet paddling to free milk into her maw.