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It was always the smell that hit her first. Beneath the obvious stench of fish and seal, there wafted the nose-crinkling aroma that was Sapphique's newest additions. She had pointedly ignored the grisly sight that had been their mother; it had almost been enough to put her off the job altogether and yet Sobeille had swept them under her wing. By extension, Yura felt obligated to care for them too.

She approached the entrance now with a bundle of dripping moss clutched delicately between her teeth (she did not fancy another mouthful of diarrhoea), stooping low to peer into the darkness where two, tiny black blobs lay nestled. They were asleep by the looks of it, thank the spirits! 

Though her ears remained alert for their cries, Yura swerved in the direction of the seal's lair to bring their wetnurse a drink instead.