Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

Bryn, your posts with him are perfect! All you kids are perf, ahhh <333

"Phoebe, Owen, Vasa, and Kite," she murmured with an affectionate smile, gently touching each child's head with her lips. It seemed strange to have one child not named the same tradition as the rest, but she really liked the ring of "Owen," and thus happily accepted the suggestion. It looked like Owen was going to be one of the more vociferously opinionated kids in the litter too, for he soon set up to crying even louder than the already obnoxious Phoebe was. She sighed softly and nudged the two kids gently, attempting to put some space between them and the others so they wouldn't be jostled around quite so much. After guiding Owen's tiny mouth back to the milk, she settled back again and looked at Quixote, "Could you do me a favor?" she asked, an oddly sad note in her voice. "Could you please...bury the two outside? And then howl to announce to the pack that the puppies are here?" She wanted to do it herself, but obviously there was no escaping the ravenous little piranhas feasting at her midsection. And while it was getting to be rather late, she knew there were several members of the pack who would want to know of the arrival of the newest generation of Redhawks.