Dragoncrest Cliffs Eleven's breakfast jams

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Despite Wildfire's reassurances, Eske made no move to touch them. The Feisripa watched her curiously; she seemed to have gotten lost in thought. Unwilling to distract her from whatever preoccupied her momentarily, Wildfire turned to acknowledge a whimper from one of the pups. It was Bat, kicking in her sleep. The mother bent to nose her, looking up when Eske broke the silence again.

She thought on it for a long moment, then offered a still-watery and apologetic smile. "Indescribable." Her head canted slightly. "Perhaps you'll get to experience it for yourself, one day, if that's what you want." Although there was some instinctual part of Wildfire that resented the idea of children besides her own—they were natural competition for resources, after all—she knew that the commander would permit other litters and that there were merits to growing Drageda.

Pups are, she reminded herself as her attention drifted back to the slumbering bunch as they began to stir awake, probably ready to feed, the future of the pack.