Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

She wanted to stay awake at least long enough to introduce her elder children to her youngest. But by the time the yearlings arrived, the worn-out mother was already drowsing. Her eyelids fluttered when they stepped up close to peek inside, her lips twitching into a faint, welcoming smile and her black tail thumping quietly against the wooden wall of the whelping den. She simply didn't have the energy to properly engage at this point, however, and let out a long, happy sigh and let herself drift to sleep, utterly content in the knowledge that the Heda, Gona and two Hompleias would watch over her and the pups.