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Raisa could hardly believe a week had passed already; how fast time was moving when there was nothing to be done, when her days just seemed filled with recovering and looking at the tiny, squishy little faces of her babies. She was glad nothing had gone seriously wrong, of course, but she still felt drained. Hollow. Shaky. She relied heavily on Bogart and Shreya in particular for bringing her herbs and food, trusting Serafina and Carnifex to keep the ravine itself guarded and empty. She caught whiffs of them sometimes, and felt reassured knowing that Shreya lingered outside even in the earliest days where Raisa didn't allow more than a peek inside from anyone other than Bo. That Carnifex was above their den, watching. While the Rodion left to relieve herself -and nothing else-, she only dared to do so when Bo was with the kids or someone else was visibly lurking.

She didn't have and didn't expect to have much need of babysitters, but Raisa finally felt fit enough for a real visitor, not just words across the dim den or as she entered or exited. So, rather, she felt fit enough to allow her pups visitors. The passing days soothed her mind, too. She was not so protective of the den itself anymore; remembered with humor having growled even at a bird at one point that'd landed to peck nearby the entrance for a worm.

That didn't mean she would call. Selfishly, Raisa wanted to lay here forever and just stare at them. Enjoy them. Play with their wide but tiny little paws and curly little tails and floppy little ears. Keep them all to herself and Bo, never let them get any bigger; stay just like this, tucked close to her belly, forever.
Safe. Happy.
Raisa curled a little closer around the babes as the mere thought of anything else brushed her mind. Gaze soft, lips curled into a faint smile, Raisa just stared down on her trio of perfect little puppies without a care in the world as a warm spring breeze fluttered into the den, bringing the scents of salt and warm spring morning.

Yes, one day they would grow too large for her long legs to frame them closer to her, shield them. One day they would find their paws and the great outdoors, and she would need to show them how to take care of themselves. And in days further than that, they would find independence. Their world would open into Northfall, into the whole wide world, and they would grow up.

For now?

They were just her tiny, sweet little babies.

And to say Raisa would kill anyone or anything that might threaten them was the understatement of the century.