"I think he might've gone off to hunt, but I don't know," she yawned.
Omari lifted himself up, preparing to stretch. He started with the paws, pressing his nails into the soil and pushing against the ground with all four legs. Then he arched his back, hearing a vertebra or two pop. He moved the end of his spine, curling his tail over his back, then let it drop and swing from side to side. Once finished, he trotted out of the den.
Laid her head down by her paws as her pups nursed. Her deep chocolate eyes gazed around the den.