Noctisardor Bypass Sunday mornings we sleep-in 'til noon

At a month old, she only knew a new kind of hunger. Mother's milk wasn't quite enough to satiate her now; teething greedily upon Abel helped somewhat, but it was the tantalizing smell of something outside of the den that called to her. Ears unfurled, eyes bright - Indra stepped triumphantly in to the open (read: tumbled) and tried to follow her nose.