Stavanger Bay when the river took flight

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It was when Szymon walked in that the dark child took her first breath. It started as a painful croak, but by the time the little girl let out her first lungful of air, it was with enough force to turn it into a wail. Doe grinned, even as her ears flattened against her head. She knew in that moment that it was not just her husband's god that watched over her - the gods of her mother were there as well. For the child between her paws seemed to the young mother to be a perfect copy of Hind. And though Doe did not dare name her yet, a softening part of her heart began to call her Hind's Grandaughter. That was what she was.

With a happy whimper, Doe beckoned Szymon closer, wanting her mate to share in this joyful moment. Four pups - three girls and one boy - all alive. It was more than she'd dared to ask for, more than she'd ever hoped.

"They're beautiful, Sy," she breathed, tearing her eyes away from the four tiny, wiggly beans to gaze helplessly at Szymon. "Two of them look just like you - and this one, she looks like my mother." Only Isengrim's pelt was mysterious to her - Doe did not have a very good idea of what she looked like. Otherwise, she might've though he had a bit of her own coloration. "I won't name the little white one or the brown one yet, but the bigger girl is Julep, and the boy is Isengrim," she added, gushing a little over her little brood. Yellow eyes peered almost shyly up at her pale mate, her strong tower. "Do you like them?" she asked, hestiant.