Saga had been asleep, yes, but she was too paranoid to remain that way. Tiny little Magnolia was becoming more of a handful with each passing day, and even worn to her most tired, Saga knew she had to keep a close eye on that one. Between her, Laurel who always seemed to be trying to keep up, and sickly little Frigi.... the silver Fox woman knew she had to keep on her toes. Still, there didn't seem to be much harm in the little shits exploring, though her anxiety skyrocketed when one of Dulcie's brood toddled to follow.
They hadn't really... talked about what would happen. Saga didn't want to parent children that weren't hers if it would stir trouble, but surely the curly-tailed parent would appreciate an extra eye on his child? These children... they were siblings, even if the word couldn't be brought into the light. Saga didn't know if that was important or not, but she'd always had a few siblings she liked, the few littermates that tried to help her be less herself. A support group of any kind was good, especially in a place like this.
Dulcie and Saga might not be buddy-buddy, but the Fox knew she'd appreciate an extra set of paws. She wanted to worry for her babies.... but she also worried those babies could give poor soft pampered Dulcie a run for his money, too. As much as the 'village' would be nice, some part of Saga wondered if she even could trust anyone else to watch after her hellions. Not because of who she trusted, but because of who could handle them.

Was it too soon to ask Jaxxon to watch them so she could get out and stretch her legs?

Saga unwrapped herself carefully from Frigi and followed the three curious babies, also apparently unbothered at the crimson sky. She slunk behind them and hovered just in the mouth of the den, eyes sweeping the area and ears perked as she kept silent watch.

A single, soft yawn split her jaws.