Dragoncrest Cliffs i am the sun, all life and days

Even if Thuringwethil doesn’t want to admit it, she wants to keep the children as small and innocent as possible. She doesn’t feel the same as she once had when she introduced Drageda’s first litter born, watching as four happy puppies greeted their pack mates easily. Now, it is her own brood and her chest has tightened as she does a quick headcount of their three. And again and again and again.

She tries to keep an encouraging smile upon her muzzle to hide her own anxiety over their newest endeavor. She leans forward and gives her mate a kiss and murmuring a few soft words to ease some of the tension. “Ready?” she says quietly as she backs out of the den.

The day is warm and sunny, greeting them in the sparse section of the forest. She waits for @Wildfire, @Blixen, @Artaax, and Robin to fumble out of the den before she looks onward for their companions for the day. With the three puppies bumbling between them, she barely lets her eyes part from them, but when she does, she hopes to see @Dio, @Portia, @Sirio, and @Dalia equally ready for what they have to bring today.