Ocean's Breath Plateau A wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast

The numbness of those first days had faded, and in its wake Marina discovered the many facets of parenthood. She discovered them alone, as she had known she would and had dreaded greatly, but there was a small joy in this too. No one else's opinions mattered, no one could impose on the things she had decided for her children. Such as names.
@Carlisle and @Brockleigh, she'd decided to call them. Carl and Brock. In her defense, she was terrible at naming things. It had occurred to her to ask @Rodyn for his opinion during the days he'd stayed with her, but ultimately Marina had decided that she'd earned the right to name her kids herself. After they were named, they seemed more real to her, somehow. She doted on them endlessly.
Their teeth were beginning to come in, and so today Marina decided she would introduce them to meat. She didn't know the first thing about weaning, however, and her bright idea was to present the children with strips of meat. Small enough that they wouldn't choke, she hoped, but she could not have anticipated that chewing would present a small difficulty for such tiny puppies.