Noctisardor Bypass nutria

open to anybody in the den. set for an evening in the future.

Fiona had thought she understood, on some level, what Druid was going through. As she walked into the darkness of the den early that morning, she realized how underprepared she really was. Sure, she had taken care of her younger siblings a little bit here and there, but this place was so cramped and claustrophobic she could scarcely breathe. It actually wasn't until she was inside that she realized who the other woman was. The one Anselm had bedded. It was the same woman Fiona had offered to keep mother nature at bay, and she had refused, saying something about god.

Her name was @Heda, and suddenly all the dots connected. That also meant that the girl with the head injury—name unknown to her: @Ava Amara—was likely around here somewhere, assuming she was still alive. Fiona counted six(!) newborns between the new mothers.

When the sun finally began to set, which Fiona could only deduce from the opening of the den, she was exhausted. How had Druid done this even one day, let alone several? The witch had spent her entire waking hours keeping them from wriggling away, cleaning their poopy butts, and soothing their squalling mouths. She was lucky she couldn't help them eat, or she probably would have murdered them. That wasn't a very good look for a babysitter.