Dragoncrest Cliffs The ribbons and the wrappings

Wildfire merely snorted affectionately at her mate's rejoinder. "It's not just rabbits in there," she assured confidently. "You know, my parents always had larger litters," she continued in the next breath, "so there's probably probably three or four in there." She glanced at the commander's face to see what she thought about bringing that many children into the world. Would it please her? Frighten her? "Pups, not rabbits," Wildfire carelessly amended after a beat, emitting another delicate snort.

"Speaking of my parents," the Bandrona said a moment later, snatching onto a thought she'd had and deciding to share it lest she forget, "I was thinking of naming at least one of the pups in their honor somehow. Would that be okay?" There was a slight melancholic pall to her face for a beat, though it softened into something less sad and more hopeful and nostalgic. Her parents' deaths still made her heart ache but it was bittersweet at this point, a flow of happy memories she was determined never to forget and a legacy she was thrilled to perpetuate with a little help from Dio and Thuringwethil.