colt 45 and two zig zaggs

She had been absent from her children and mate mostly since their birth, enjoying the freedom her now slightly less round belly provided her. Leaving for most hours of the day but hanging close and then returning in the night. The wasn't overly fond of the little crettens, trying to snuggle up to her or Nova when all she wanted to do was curl up with Nova and sleep. But just as almost every night that was not the case, they were restless... Probably because of her rediculious rule of no leaving the den but fuck it she didn't care. She didn't want them corrupted by the outside world. No, their minds were her's to mould. This evening they were particularly restless. Ganja tossing and turning in her sleep while the boys tried to ignored her but then there was protest, voices. One ruby eye would crack open and Dione would acknowledge her children for the first time that day though she would remain silent. Toxin remained asleep, blissfully unaware of the nattering around him and she wished she could do the same. Annoying chattily beasts... "What now..." She would grumble, lifting her head slightly then flopping it back down to make a semi circle around them and better fix the two that were awake in her relentless gaze. Why couldn't they just sleep...