Swiftcurrent Creek glinda

They stirred and she raised from a deep slumber.

Counted each one as she touched nose to their head.

It would be in this that she realized what had happened. That eyes had opened and she too blinked in soft awe. Already? So soon?

Yet she took it in good grace as they squabbled in hushed ways among themselves.

Feast or famine. She would only intervene if they became a danger to one another.