I don't wanna wake it up

Morning light filtered through the roots of the fallen tree Leto had moved her pups to. This was the third den in the last two weeks she had moved her pups to, with another half-dozen in the weeks before that. Two of the pups were growing at a ridiculously prodigious rate, and the increasingly frazzled Leto was feeling more and more crowded with the three of them constantly around her, and she was at the point that a new den for a "change of scenery" just wasn't going to work any longer.

She was going to go very noisily crazy if she spent one more day cooped up with these creatures.

It didnt help her frayed temper that this new den apparently faced at just the right angle to shine early morning sun right in her eyes no matter how she faced when she went to sleep. So with the sun making it quite clear that morning had once again come way too early after yet another night of desperately trying to get rambunctious pups to go the fuck to sleep, Leto decided she had had quite enough.

"All right, you little fuckers," she snapped, poking at her slumbering offspring. Damn them for actually managing to look adorable and innocent when they actually slept. She heaved herself up onto paws that were already protesting at the idea of chasing them around, but surely it would be r than dealing with one more day of bored, overexcited puppies cramped in one den? She shuddered, then pushed her way out of the roots that hid the den entrance, calling over her shoulder, "Move your asses or I'm leaving you behind."