Redsand Canyon There's none so blind as those who will not listen.

Two weeks old—eyes opening!

Leona was, for the most part, an easy baby to care for.

She slept long hours. She ate when food was available (either from @Towhee or the visiting @Aquene); she did not fuss against her brother or any of the other tiny bodies she found herself nesting against. They were not all born of the same womb, but so far as the child was concerned, she was the only one to exist among the plethora.

The child was kicking her brother repeatedly now. It wasn't on purpose—she was once again, asleep—but in her dream she was running towards something.

Her brain was so convinced of this, that Leona ran in place until the dream resolved itself, and with a final violent donkey-kick of her back legs, she shrieked awake. Her eyes opened wide to take in the bright, hazy, somewhat painful shine of the sun as it poured in through the den mouth.