Noctisardor Bypass something kissed by the wild

praimfaya is reluctant to give up the small taste of temporary freedom she's taken for herself as she hears the soft sounds of worripa's slumbering and skaigona's movements. the shuffle of her small body as it squirms against the dirt; defiant and stubborn. those personality traits do not surprise praimfaya — if they held true then her daughter only got them honestly.

she takes another breath of fresh air, unsullied by the excretions of tiny babes and the scent of her own milk; casting a forlorn and yearning look at the sunlight, of the sights and sounds and smells of the bypass that she missed being cooped up in her birthing den before shrugging her way back inside the welcoming darkness.

mindful of their little bodies, she settles down back in her nursing bed and nudges first worripa who seeks a teat hungrily before turning her attention to skaigona; gingerly gripping her by her scruff and lifting her to settle between her paws. praimfaya sits her down and begins to bathe her, hoping that it might lull the girl to settle.