Blackfeather Woods A world anew

She was proud of how fast they were growing, even if she had little to do with it other than feed them and keep them warm. Their fur changed with them, especially her son. While she initially thought he would be black, or at least dark gray (she could not tell in the darkness of the den), the boy was leaning more towards Burke's lighter tones. And Burke's legacy, no matter who the mother, seemed to always appear on his children: both of them had little gray dots on their eyebrows that she found adorable.

Meldresi was curled around the sleeping boy, Pietro, and laid quietly as his sister Kendra wriggled around as if trying to stand. They had already begun hearing, and trying to walking, but seeing was something she always loved. They were so shocked and confused by it when their eyes finally unsealed, as Kendra did now. Meldresi chuckled softly as she lost her balance and fell, her head on her forelimbs, watching as Burke cooed to his daughter softly from his place in the den.