Silver Creek time

She felt the shift of the night as it rose around her. The children bedded down, sweet and gentle ad they grew tired. They had not managed to grow so willful as to fight her often, instead, they were happy to snuggle down and Rowan was happy to watch them. Eventually she dozed off but as she often did she woke before her children, leaving them among the furs she'd gathered before their birth to stretch her legs some before she exhausted them again chasing her son and daughter during their play. 

A wind swept around her, her plush coat bristling some as she realized it carried Casmir's scent. She followed the breeze as it lead her to Casmir, the dark males fur a stark contrast to the pale world around him. Quiet, respectful, but so appreciative to him - he had done so much for the little family they were growing into. She didn't speak, didn't really need to, just took a seat near him and rested against his frame.