Dragoncrest Cliffs Country roads, take me home.

even to his unceremonious blinking, portia cooed. "so handsome," she said softly, ears perking at the soft little noises he made, "and so well-spoken." not really, but to portia everything her children did was simply magical. her own tail tapped against the whelping den softly, her other two babies suckling quietly as dacio looked up at her with those precious puppy eyes. what a perfect life she lived. sirio had failed, perhaps, but dalia was such a beautiful slyph, and she had three perfect angels at her side now-- and she hadn't thought of her eldest son(not truly) in months. he was merely no longer part of her life. 

"your mother loves you," she told her son, bending her head to extend her nose to her greyscale baby.