Sun Mote Copse But how could I have known?

@Biskane

Her legs itched to run.

She wondered how long it would be until her children were old enough to see the sun. Were they not bored in the den? She was struggling not to grow bored herself.

Eyes settling on one of her daughters, she wondered what little Biskane might be thinking. The three of them were growing bigger already, did she know it? Were her little ears able to hear yet? Oh, Biskane. She sighed, licking the top of the girl's head. You are not much of a conversation partner yet, are you? She hoped that one day her daughter would be just as chatty as she was.

She was jostled by a warm tongue on her brow, earning the offender an indignant squeal. By scent alone, as it was all she had, she knew it was her mother’s tongue—yet she still did not quiet. No, she continued on, giving her mother a puppy-sized tongue-lashing. 

Eyes and ears still closed off to the world, she did not realize that her rant was directed at the walls of the den and not at her mother.

She felt her siblings’ around her as she wriggled against them, their warm bodies a constant rhythm in the rather mundane life of a newborn. Someday, when her other senses developed, she would begin to dream of more than the mundane. For now, however, she dreamt of furred snuggles and warm milk.

The latter of which she sought, mouth open wide, searching for the nearest teat. Her paws began to flail in attempt to find purchase, but it seemed to her that she was being held hostage by her brother and sister, their bodies a barricade. 

A squeal wrenched from her in utter frustration. A how dare you in the only language a newborn puppy could know.

Oh how loud she was! Very opinionated! Waawaashkeshi could not help but giggle, did Biskane have any idea just how adorable her protests were?

From those wriggling limbs and the wide open mouth it was easy to assume that her daughter was hungry. Resting her head on Biskane, she hoped for the daughter to feel the vibrations of her voice. So firey! I named you well. Poking the pup's bum to tease her, Waawaashkeshi was quick to lift her head.

How would her daughter navigate this issue? Waawaashkeshi was curious! They both knew there was a way to the meal, Biskane just needed to find it.

And then she was held even further hostage as a weight settled above her. She went to cry out in protest, but the scent of the heaviness was that of her mother, and the vibration that which filled her body soothed her fire. A coo left her, a soft sigh as she melted.

And then she went rigid as the warmth left her, her cries of hunger and irritation wrenching forth once more. She was done with the barricade, done with her siblings forming a wall and keeping hostage what she sought most. Another twist, another roll, and another grab of all her paws did she finally break free, rolling over the soft bodies of her siblings and into her mother’s side.

She squeaked in victory, the gilded girl reaping the efforts of her labor and latched, suckling the prize from her mother’s breast.