Sun Mote Copse it is wednesday my duuuuuuudes

siblings or @Phox ?!

 

Quetzal had snoozed a better part of the day away. But now that she was up, she was up. Q clambored over the back of one of her siblings when she was less than satisfied with what was in front of her face to get access to whatever they did... but her lack of balance meant that the moment she found herself on top she rolled right back down again. Rinse, and repeat. 

At some point Q decided that actually, she was exactly where she needed to be. For now. So she splayed her paws out onto the belly of whoever was before her then and sought sustenance... but she kept missing the mark. Huff.

Just as he had done with Figment, Fennec, and Meerkat, Phox spent much of his time simply staring at his three new babies. In the short span of about a month, his prodigy had tripled from two to six. Each and every one of them was perfect, and each and every one of them required one hundred percent of his love and affection. He meant to give them that, too. After a short chat with @Fennec about the goings-on of whatever was happening that day, Phox slipped into the den as @Niamh slipped out to relieve herself and grab a drink of water.

All at once, all three babes were squirming and screaming, unhappy about the situation as Phox watched them and shushed them with quiet whispers as best as he could. Eventually, they seemed to calm, although one of the twins (Alyx?) seemed to think that he was Niamh. Oh, you poor thing. I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer, and Momma's out for a spell.

What the heck did she gnab? Nothing useful, that was for sure. Q failed and threw her paw in what could only be called a "bitch slap" (okay, no it couldn't, because it was so weak) for her struggles. Nothing yielded, to her frustration. When her father spoke Q screeched, quieting only to feel the comforting drone of his familiar vibrations. 

Not that she understood him, but his speaking did the trick. A second-long headlift as she sniffed... and then the waterworks began again. Likely until he spoke to her, or else suddenly provided milk.

She flailed at him, her little paw touching his nose for a moment, but certainly not causing any damage. When he spoke, she seemed to grow still and quiet, and yet as soon as he stopped, she began to wail again. Smart enough to put two and two together, Phox began to hum a little tune. It wasn't anything extravagant, and he didn't really know where he was going with it, but hopefully it would comfort her enough until Niamh returned.

More something was happened. Q didn't know what it was, but she did actually quite like it. So she quieted again, moving closer. She could feel the vibrations fully the closer she was, and before long, Q actually began to fall asleep. It was confirmed that she passed out once her snores began to sound off, leaving little room for doubt that she had in fact passed out on her dad. 

maybe we can wrap this one up and have a new one!?! Since she can do more now!

Can do!

In no time, Quetzal was sound asleep, snoring and wiggling her little toe beans. Phox stopped singing for a moment, but she seemed to rouse, so he went right back to humming his little tune. Crisis averted, at least for now. In a matter of weeks, the pups would be eating meat in place of milk, and Phox would be able to provide for them in that way. Until then, he'd just have to feed them some tunes.