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The exuberant response of her children brought a grin to Saena's drawn face. She had no tail to beat back and forth but her hind wriggled eagerly as first Indra and then Laurel galloped toward her, leaving a much more sullen Milo to sulk in their wake. She knew her son was just as loving when it mattered, but he rarely took kindly to his sisters' rambunctious behaviours, at least when aimed at him.

Saena dipped into a play bow, shaking her narrowing hips in a bid for play, and as her cubs went for her face with tongues and sharp teeth, she tossed her head about like a stallion and bopped them at every chance she got with her slim chin. Her tongue lolled and she aimed a sloppy lick at Laurel before rising up slightly to gaze down at the pups fondly.

"You are true phoenixes," she told them, though she wasn't sure if they could yet understand words.