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

The affections from the shadow continue and Blixen is quickly lulled into the familiar sense of security she's come to enjoy. With her eyes still shut, she makes a soft coo noise, and leans into the warmth of Thuringwethil's breath. Sure, this wasn't Wildfire, but she was already quite fond of the big shadow that shared her space. The scent she gave off was just as familiar as her mother's own, so she knew there was little to fear.

Slowly she opens her eyes and watches as the dark she-wolf settled her head beside Blixen and pressed the side of her nose against her tiny frame. Blixen twitched at the touch but didn't try to wiggle away. The soft, undulating sound that came from Thuringwethil resonated through the floor all the way up to her head. She whined and reached out to press her front paws against her sturdy muzzle as her milky-blue eyes were steadily beginning to focus on the finer details of the world around her.

eneath her paws was the textile feeling of fur, but it was far shorter and slightly prickly compared to her mother's soft underbelly. She made a soft noise of confusion, touched it lightly with her nose, and discovered the same result.