Dragoncrest Cliffs She sets the city on fire

The days passed by in a blur. It felt like Wildfire blinked and the pups were suddenly a month old. She gazed at them as they bumbled near the den's entrance, chasing dust motes floating in the April sunshine spilling there. She smiled slowly without realizing it. Beyond her three children's heads, she could see a glimpse of blue sky and green grass. Her heart did a funny little thing in her chest. It felt lighter than it had in a while, perhaps since the night of the birth. There were still plenty of shadows on her spirit but maybe her mood would be on a spring upswing.

"C'mere," she murmured, rising onto all fours and stepping out of the tree. She turned to face @Artaax, @Blixen and Robin still just inside the makeshift den. "Come play with mama." Gingerly, she reached out to wiggle her toes at the trio, the sun warm on her back and her smile tentatively growing broader as she realized the little hitch in her chest was—at long last—love for her children taking root and slowly blossoming.