Stavanger Bay angel from montgomery

Muses watched with open curiosity as Doe demonstrated to her son how he should handle his younger cousins. Although he was not much bigger, he was able now to move around independently, somewhat, and could easily make a much smaller cub uncomfortable. It was quite impressive how quickly the children grew, Muses contemplated, her eyes shifting from one set of pups to the other. "They really are little miracles, aren't they?" She hummed, lowering her muzzle to lick at @Smokestep the way Doe had done to her. "My litter had been the youngest among those in the pack, and although it was rumoured that one of my sisters might have been pregnant, I'm not sure what became of that." She shrugged her shoulders in a helpless manner, reluctant to worry over something she would not be able to find the answer to. "It was a very sacred thing, you know." Muses mentioned, referring to gestation. Between the harsh climate and the inbreeding, pregnancies would often naturally abort.