Grave too was beginning to nod off. Meat had been swiftly disappearing down their gullet, but now the chunky newborn's rate was slowing. Sliding onto their stomach Grave gave another quiet groan as their head softly met the sand. The only way to tell that the pup had gone to sleep was that their movements stilled and their breathing deepened. Elsewhere Ancient was already fast asleep in a candidate's lap, having been brought food which they happily consumed.
Moonlight had swiftly found someone to feed them, the pup cheeping excitedly as they were picked up and food placed directly into their mouth. It didn't take long for their enthusiastic movements to tire them out and soon they were sprawled out across a candidate, loudly snoring. They were still energetic even in sleep, their pudgy legs twitching and kicking regularly.
In a shadowy corner Hidden had been found. A candidate leaving the group to follow the hatchling. Several hisses had kept the candidate at bay, until they had settled on pushing the bowl towards the angry little pup. Hunger had won out eventually and Hidden had allowed the candidate close enough that they could get at the meat, but several baby growls had them backing up again once the bowl was in Hidden's possession. All the meat had been polished off and now Hidden lay on the sand, head bobbing as they tried their best to resist sleep. Discontented whurrs given to anyone who came near.
That left only the Water Egg left. With all their siblings asleep or on the verge, they decided now was a good time. Turned out they had broken their egg a while ago, a thick crack allowing in enough air and sound for them to quietly observe what was going on. The adrenaline of breaking their egg had already worn off and the desire for sleep fought with the desire for food in the young wher's mind. Things seemed much quieter now, they thought that might mean it was safe. Carefully a rounded snout emerged from the egg, slowly followed by a pudgy body. Water moved quietly in the sand, careful not to draw attention to themselves as they shimmied along the den floor. They could smell food. Working their way along they found a knocked over bucket. Quickly, as though afraid of being caught, the pup began to wolf down the meat, and it wasn't long before the last hatchling of the clutch was asleep half in the bucket.
