Dragoncrest Cliffs Our hearts beat as one, butterfly

She spent the rest of the night nearby. Wildfire and the puppies (for the most part) stayed in her vision until she finally found a state of mind where she could drift off to sleep. The sudden cry of the puppies, however, didn't exactly pull her from her slumber. One ear flickers with irritation at the noise but it isn't until they become quiet that she really focuses in on reality. Slate grey eyes flicker open as everything comes to the forefront of her mind and she quickly picks her head up to turn to her mate.

At first, she doesn't notice anything wrong. Wildfire is up, watching their young feed, and a small smile flickers upon her features. It isn't much, and she is more tired and sore than anything, but she works to set herself upright despite the pain reminding her to slow down.

Thuringwethil opens her mouth to speak but clicks her teeth together when she notices the expression on her mate's face. It isn't the same as she had hours ago after their birth and perhaps she'd brush it off as being tired, but something doesn't settle well between them. She picks herself a few inches off the ground so she can shuffle forward, signaling for attention. "Hey," she says quietly, leaning in to give Wildfire a few affectionate licks to her muzzle.