Dragoncrest Cliffs Fire in your new shoes

This time last year, Antler, Artaax, @Blixen, Phoenix and Robin had been growing within her womb. Wildfire liked to think their younger brothers and sisters were following in their footsteps even now, though it was still too early to tell. That didn't stop the Feisripa from humming under her breath as she plodded along the beach, mulling over names. She found herself really liking the idea of incorporating the bird theme more this year, though she would have to see what the commander thought, of course. Maybe they could even ask their grown kids what they thought; she liked that idea.

She stopped and turned to face the breaking surf, tipping her face into the salty breeze. It was rather cold today, with little white flurries drifting through the air every so often. When she exhaled, Wildfire could just barely see her breath, like a wisp of silver smoke. She felt a chill trying to creep through her and decided to ward it off by breaking into a sudden run along the cold sands.