Blackfeather Woods A world anew

Meldresi would be smiling during all of the time she spent with her children if it weren't so painful to do so. She adored them, the little things, and just like her first litter, they amused her in their innocence. Nothing made her happier than when they began growing from small, fluffy things into actual wolves.

One of these stages of progression was speech. The speech of a child is so simple and yet could convey so many meanings with a single word. Such was with Kendra's first word: "da-da". Meldresi smiled, lifting her head from her paws as Burke reacted. He looked like a new father, even though this was not his first child. The surprise and the pride on his face was priceless. She said nothing, letting her face do all of the talking. She didn't want to confuse her daughter with more words as she tried to grasp the concept of the word "da-da", nor did she want to intrude on such a moment between Father and Daughter.