Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven was a place still in space not in motion

The tension in the den continues through the next day and Thuringwethil debates staying there each night but, now more than ever, she fears leaving the children along with their mother for too long. While she often wavers in uncertainty, she feels she needs to stay close to the puppies in order to keep them safe. Any time they scuttled away from Wildfire when she is sleeping, she scoots them closer to her breast to keep them protected.

Her sleep is light and the moment sunlight fills the inside of the hollow tree through the cracks and the mouth, her eyes slowly open. Thuringwethil doesn’t move, however, until she feels Blixen move away from her leg and dampen the wood beneath them. Slowly, she repositions herself once the little child shrieks her distress. Her nose hooks around one side to tuck her into the nook of her arm but half way through the motions, she notices the milky blue openings that definitely had not been there before.

Her chest flutters and she licks her muzzle across Blixen’s face a few times to try and soothe her.