Ophelia hadn't slept all night and was exhausted; she didn't wake up until midday. If it weren't for her little ones nudging her incessantly because they were hungry, she wouldn't have woken up at all.
"Mother, tummy hungry," the third-born, a Little Female, said as she sat beside Ophelia's head, clutching her stomach and whining. The other two little male cubs were so hungry they were gnawing on the wall. Seeing this, Ophelia forced herself to wake up despite her fatigue.
"Princess, you're awake." Taylor walked in carrying a bowl of thick, porridge-like stew.
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