Dragoncrest Cliffs the seasons after winter

it is not a tiny, fuzzy, pup who tumbles out of the den-- no. instead, mother hen herself greets thuringwethil with a gracious bow, her tail waving excitedly. she'd smelled her moments before she heard her, and is pleased that the commander is finally visiting-- for real this time. "heda!" she chirps, eyeing the gift curiously, "are you here to see the pups?" the question was a bit obvious, but she figured she'd ask anyway-- in case thuringwethil had some sort of fisa-related task and merely brought a gift as a two-birds-one-stone type deal.

"they're getting so big," she added proudly, turning to look over her shoulder to see if either of them were creeping near. if so, she'd usher them closer to see their leader and commander.