Dragoncrest Cliffs Dance with my dogs in the nighttime

They arrived one after the other: black, white and red shadows moving toward her through the wintry night. Wildfire's heart thrummed with happiness as she looked upon the trio all together for the first time in months, their eyes glimmering in the starlight as they took turns greeting her. Her own glistened with unshed tears as she diligently returned each touch. There wasn't an ounce of awkwardness, hesitation or resentment in the air. Wildfire was grateful. She knew her children could've easily rejected her after being absent from their lives for so long.

"If you're wondering why I called you here, I have no real reason," the Feisripa said, a smile playing about her mouth, "other than that I wanted to see you three and spend some time with you. I was hoping we could go on a walk, maybe on the beach. I haven't been there since I've been back." She paused, chestnut gaze hopeful as it bounced from Bobby to Artaax to Blixen.