Stone Circle Come and meet the babies

She was late, it seemed, but the girl had arrived all the same. She slipped over to the small gathering, reclining on her haunches a short distance from Valette, soft chuff slipping from her throat in greeting. Her gaze fastened onto the pups, both the older ones she assumed were those of the mottled woman, and the younger ones that were obviously her half step-siblings. The tie that bound them with her was very, very loose, but it existed all the same. She slid onto her stomach, peering owlishly at the pups as a smile played on her muzzle, ears flicked forward to catch their tiny vocalizations.