Dragoncrest Cliffs don't be that way

The soft-spoken Kru immediately offered to leave, though Wildfire only paused a beat before shaking her head. "No, it's okay." Although she didn't beckon the yearling closer, she smiled and thumped her tail against the log's interior. "Thank you, on both counts."

She hesitated a second, then moved her foreleg so Dalia could see the pups. "This is Kiwi, Silkie, Tux and Bat," she said, pointing at each of them. Her lips twitched as she realized she'd begun using Rorqual's nickname in lieu of her real moniker. "Their eyes are open and I think they can hear a bit too," she shared.

Quite often, the litter was asleep during visiting hours, which worked pretty well for her. Right now, though, Kiwi seemed upset about something. She began beating her forelegs, striking Silkie in the head, causing him to fuss. Wildfire bent down to soothe both babies with her tongue, rearranging them slightly with her smudged snout so that Kiwi's movements wouldn't disturb her brother.

Glancing up at Dalia, the Feisripa asked with genuine curiosity, "How're you?"