Dragoncrest Cliffs there's a whole kingdom that will fit right in your mouth like your own name

When Wildfire's eyes cracked open the morning following the birth, she immediately tensed, bracing herself for an onslaught of unwelcome emotions. But the same misgivings that had plagued her the last time did not seem ready to assail her again. Slowly, she lifted her head to peer down at the four puppies tucked closely beside her. Still she waited for the old anxiety and doubt to take hold. But all she felt in her heart was a joy and lightness, not to mention no small measure of relief that she'd managed to produce four healthy puppies in spite of her questionable genes.

Thuringwethil had exited the log, presumably to check in with their older litter. Wildfire didn't look outside to check, instead staring down at the babies. Last time, it had taken weeks, maybe even a month, for her to feel properly attached. But the Feisripa could tell this time really would be different. She loved them fiercely and without hesitation. Although she felt slightly guilty about this, her lips twitched into a smile as she nuzzled their velveteen heads, the smile broadening as the Heda sent up a howl to celebrate their arrival.