Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven was a place still in space not in motion

It is obvious by the screaming that Blixen does not like the movement but when she gives her a few gentle licks across the face, it seems to settle her. She doesn’t make any sounds but by the time she’s done, her daughter—her daughter—is quiet. Her eyes are scrunched up and closed and Thuringwethil frowns with lengthy, warm breath slips by her lips and envelopes the puppy. “It’s okay,” she murmurs, though her ears are still closed. Thuringwethil lowers head to the ground, pressing her muzzle up close, and quietly hums for the girl.