Dragoncrest Cliffs i am three oceans away from my soul

Only one of the three materialized, bounding toward them and weaving through his mother's legs like a kitten. Wildfire bent down to lick between Artaax's ears, murmuring words of endearment into the pale fuzz atop his head. When he moved toward his nomi, she lifted her head and peered around expectantly. If he was here, his brother and sister probably wouldn't be far behind. The kids tended to stick together, after all, though... not always, apparently.

"Where's @Blixen and @Bobby?" she asked, peering down at the oldest in case he might know the answer. She glanced up at Thuringwethil, sensing her concern even if she kept her expression carefully controlled. "If they don't show up soon, we're gonna give all their supper to their brother," she said loudly, in case they were hiding nearby or something. She wiggled her eyebrows at Artaax.

She winced in the next moment, though, as she felt that damned itching and burning sensation. She felt an urge to pee but she knew it would be futile. Wildfire bit back a sigh, hoping that when the two missing children finally appeared, Portia would magically show up with them.