Languishing

The birth had been excruciating. But she made it. Alive. Barely. She lay in the den, her sides somewhat deflated and her fresh new brood of tiny wriggling little ones pressed close to her. It had been a few days and Ignita was finally starting to recover enough and feeling like she could handle being alone with her brood for longer periods. Bas was busy with duties and he would take Pluto with him occasionally but he wasn't divulging much to her about it. She knew he was secretly giddy about her being tucked away from the pack. But she hated being on her own. Not when there were things to think about, to do, to discover, to explore! But her babies were now her discovery and adventure. Discovering their little personalities was a wonder. Who knew each child could be so different?

The fresh furs were comfortable as she languished against them. But her mind had started to get bored again, the tiny babies were not so much of an adventure as of yet, they simply eat, sleep, and needed cleaning. It was a full-time job with five of them but there were now many moments where she still had nothing to do. And she was hungry. Again.

She sent her little golden possum companion out of the den to fetch someone to her.

"Jamie"||"Iskandor"||"Citadel"||"Selene"||"Balrog"||"Ignita"||"Basilisk"