Dragoncrest Cliffs Your heart full of foxes

she may not be good at handling feelings, but she understands, at least, when she's gotta let it go. blix's stuck close-ish to the den since the birth, sans her usual patrols, just to keep an eye on everything. just to be safe. you damn bet those babies are gonna grow up without so much as a spot of discomfort if blix has her way.

the redhead happens to be close enough passing by to catch her mother's appearance at the mouth of the weird tree-den, and she picks up her pace to catch her. "hei," she says, and smiles, glancing toward the sleepy bodies within. "all good?"