Arrow Lake in the wind that remakes all that time has worn away

short lil thing. wanna close this up?

Her retrieving finished, Aure was careful to situate herself back down and around her brood; eyes softer than feathers as she gazed at Dragomir nestling into his squalling sister. Taking care not to disturb him, she knelt and nosed Isi's tiny paw back towards the she-pup's huffy snout — who seemed to have some bauble-like fascination with it.

The aftermath that ensued was Aure, tenatively returning to slumber alongside her newborn children for the remainder of the day. As long as her babies believed the other was a pillow, all was right in the world... until someone squalled first.