Dragoncrest Cliffs Your heart full of foxes

Even if Blixen repeated herself a million times, seeing her marvel over her younger siblings would never get old for Wildfire. She smiled indulgently at her grown daughter, quietly tickled to death over her remarks, and then bobbed her head excitedly at the query about names.

Turning more toward the pups again, she pointed at each with a red toe. "They're called Kiwi, Rorqual, Silkie and Tux." Her chestnut eyes flicked to Blixen's face to see what her daughter thought of the pups' monikers.