Dragoncrest Cliffs Aquamarine

Wildfire was having trouble keeping her eyes open as Portia labored. She was delirious with exhaustion, her own sides ballooned out to comical proportions. Yet she refused to let herself sleep (aside from the inevitable micro-nap here and there), keeping vigil at her sister wife's proverbial bedside. For the most part, she stayed quiet, though Wildfire threw out the occasional encouraging, "You got this, Portia."

The jealousy was real when Portia proved her right by delivering two beautiful, perfect babies: a boy and a girl. "Exactly what you wanted," Wildfire murmured, eyes starry. "Congrats!" She watched enviously as the new mother cuddled her pups, though she knew her time was coming. Soon. Wildfire smiled broadly, genuinely happy for her friend despite her quiet envy.

When Portia summoned Dio, Wildfire wriggled out of the way, collapsing like a beached whale near the den's entrance. She was prepared to be dismissed if the new family wanted privacy. "Congratulations," she repeated to the proud new papa. She glanced at his face, then Wildfire's chestnut eyes fell to the tiny, squirming bundles of joy, wishing so badly to touch them but knowing she must be patient and respectful. Soon, she thought again, already dreaming of snuggling her own children.