Voices in my head

Since they're a week old their eyes should be open by now!

A voice, some rumbling thing in her head, was getting loud again. She winced, her whines becoming louder, as it continued again and again. A pounding in her head, from what she could describe it, if she could speak. If she could understand and speak words, she would describe it as open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes!

And she involuntarily complied. The seal on her eyes loosened, and the youngest pup saw, SAW. It wasn't much, but to her, it was mind-blowing. The pup blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. She rolled around for a bit, her gaze still foggy, but better than anything she expected. Finally, the one-who-would-soon-be Potema, set her eyes on her brothers for the first time. The patchwork male was squashed underneath the black one, and she recognized them. The black one, the one who always climbed on top of her and the (sometimes) nice brother. She squeaked at them, wondering if they could see too.