Shadewood reach for my hand,

An adult was quick to correct her most of the time. The only reason Themis had not done so herself was the grey matriarch was currently asleep in the den behind her and hadn’t awoken fast enough to catch the little menace before she absconded into the great beyond.

Metis whipped around in offense at being scruffed, her little jaws held wide as gurgling baby noises left the gaping maw. After a while of displeased grumbling from the child, she went to latch on to Vorilye’s nose clumsily, not that she had much in the way of teeth to make it hurt, but she knew displeasure when she felt it.