Dragoncrest Cliffs if you're going to rise, you might as well shine

Bat didn't care know or care what the Guidebook had to say. It was day #8 and her eyes were open. She couldn't see much of anything yet but the brand new sensation definitely intrigued the wee bab. She kept batting at her own face, trying to make sense of it (puns 100% intended).

It wasn't long before she managed to poke herself in the eye with one of her tiny toes, which made the darn thing water like crazy. Bat cooed adorably and promptly fell over backward onto @Kiwi, @Silkie, @Tux and/or @Thuringwethil's paw (dealer's choice).

Somewhere nearby, Wildfire burst into tears too.

Hey, good news.  Since mom-slash-sister said it was okay to throw the Guidebook to the wind, Tux's eyes were open too.  Whee!  He had been wandering around the log-den, lookin' over mom's choice of digs (a log, mom, really?) when his sister so RUDELY fell back onto one of his tiny feet.  Children lacked empathy or something like that, so Tux let out a bellow (something more like a mewl) and tried to bully his sister from OFF OF HIS FOOT!!!!

feel free to skip over thur as needed!

Most of her time is spent near the den. All matters can be taken up with someone else, for the time being, and she’s thankful for their quiet days. Dealing with the neighbors falls to the back burner after her little chat with Kierkegaard, her own heat, and the arrival of their puppies. It was a Lot at once.

For now, she’s content watching over them. She tries to soothe Wildfire where she can but it’s been a struggle, unsure what really helps. After offering her a chance to be alone, or a chance to sleep, Thuringwethil turns her gaze to the children as Tux makes a sound, watching him and Kiwi struggle against one another.

Despite her deceptively large ears (which were still mostly floppy, though standing up straighter every day), Bat couldn't hear jack squat, so Tux's cries went unheeded. She did feel something nudging her, so she righted herself and wriggled away, leaving her siblings to squabble among one another as she waddled closer to the big, dark shape nearby.

Without much in way of depth perception, Bat's nose bumped into the Heda's foreleg. She backpedaled and stopped, letting out a casual, "Arf." The Goufa then promptly plopped on her bum, head tilting backward as she blinked up at Thuringwethil's chin.

Little cameo.

Still both blind and deaf, the shenanigans taking place around the little chicken went entirely unnoticed. He could feel something happening—his siblings were close enough that the soft thumps of their bodies caused a disturbance!—but didn’t try to investigate. In fact, he did the opposite as he started to wriggle and army crawl away, nose twitching as he sought out the Milk-Giver and his fifth lunch of the day (so far).

with his sister removed from his foot, tux's squalling stopped.  he gave bat the nastiest look before snuggling back up into the cuddle pile, taking out his frustrations on his mother's teat.

i hate u @Tux for that video

The pair separate. The blue child waddles in her direction while the boy moves back into the depths of Wildfire. She gives her mate a glance and soft smile, hoping it’ll help soothe her.

Bat’s tiny bark pulls her attention and she looks down, lowering her nose to lap her large tongue across her face. Midway through the lick, she catches the rapid flailing of Tux as he battles against his chosen teat. She winces, moving away from Bat long enough to wrap her teeth gingerly around the plump child and growl low in response, vibrating his little body in warning before she sets him a little higher on the chain for another go at it.

Keeping one eye on the boy, Thuringwethil moves to sweep up the girl and plop her down between her paws for several more careful ministrations of her tongue.

Suddenly, her entire field of vision was taken up by something large, pink and wet (a la "The Blob"), which pressed against her forehead. It felt pretty good, though Bat wasn't prepared for the pressure of it and flopped beneath its force. Her limbs jerked in token protest: I've fallen and I can't get up! A moment passed where nothing happened and she just sprawled there, rather boneless, before she was just as abruptly lifted and plopped back down before she could even manage a slow blink.

Now the tongue—which was attached to the big, dark shape in some capacity—ran over her body again. Bat cooed encouragingly, oblivious to Wildfire's intensified sobbing following Tux's titty twister and the goings-on of her two other siblings. Her world narrowed down to the soothing intumescence rhythmically passing over her little body.

Tux seems to calm down, likely forgotten the altercation since she picked him up and moved him. Wildfire’s reaction causes her to frown and she watches a moment, unsure how to help. When she finishes the few laps of her tongue against Bat, she leans close and noses through her red fur that she’s here and nothing’s wrong.

Frowning, she returns her attention back to her daughter and pushes her cool nose against her warm pelt.

When the tongue bath abruptly stopped, the half-asleep Bat made a curious burbling noise. When her nomi's touch resumed a moment later, the sleepy cub squawked. The large, warm tongue had been replaced by something small and much colder. Now wide awake again, she attempted to squirm away from the unpleasant sensation.

She has Bat’s attention a little while longer as her nose nudges into her chest. The sounds she makes intrigues her as they go from soothed to upset, attempting to wiggle away from her embrace. Thuringwethil reinforces her paws around the escaping girl and uses her tongue to try and lull her back into place, a low rumble vibrating out of her chest to her outer reaches in an attempt to keep her still.

There wasn't much hope for escape, what with the two mighty arms on either side, trapping her. Bat squinted at each of them as if sizing them up, then began to wriggle up and over one. That's when her nomi's tongue returned. Almost immediately, Bat oozed back down to the ground, cooing happily.

"Arf..." she repeated in a soft murmur, allowing herself to be coaxed toward sleep again. She made it this time, soon no more than a drooling, happy, snoring lump in the arms of the Heda.