Dawnlark Plains you can tell the lighthouse from the sun

  

No one had warned her how exhausting it was raising three tiny whelps. Well. They weren't as tiny - now getting older and thus more mobile even on their unstable little legs. Catori had just about wrangled everyone to sleep when the soft whispered call of her own name and the promising scent of Coelacanth broached the sanctity of her den. She let out a soft whine, summing her cousin closer than she'd allowed anyone save for Grayday so far. 

She wanted to show her sister-cousin her babies. She wanted Coelacanth to approve them - to see the newest Corten. Well - maybe newest. She wasn't even sure, given Chelan's lot had entered the world just as hers did. 

Her tail beat the earth rapidly, no doubt rousing the babies that she'd struggled to croon to sleep. They could not even hear or see her yet, it made no difference. Catori only had so many tricks up her sleeve so far so she made due with the ones she had. "Seelie, come see!" It was a stage whisper no doubt of that, but a heartfelt one none the less.