Hushed Willows I've got three candidates for the zoo...

Harlyn felt a cold chill in her stomach at Stark's words. She agreed full-heartedly with him that the pups needed to be removed from Amara's care if she tried to leave them again, but it did not diminish the fact that it struck Harlyn as a terrible thing for a mother to lose her children - Even if that mother did not particularly want them in the first place.

"They are just over a week old, are they not?" Harlyn replied, not waiting for his response, "In a few more days, they will be ready to begin trying regurgitated meat. From there, the weaning process will begin and should all go well, they will be off of her milk in a few more weeks. Mine were about a month and a half old before they no longer needed my milk, though Pippin would not let go for another week after his siblings did." 

She leaned down to nudge the lightest of the three gently, breathing in his scent fondly. Her heart ached desperately for her smallest son. If only he had never grown larger than the size of these three babes and could never have left her side. Where was Mordecai so that they could make more of these miraculous creatures?

Longing stirred in her, and she lifted her eyes to Stark.