Ankyra Sound If there's a heaven, Lord, I'm headed straight for hell

There was a foul breeze that blew through Rusalka of late, and it came in the form of a certain Dragedan man.  Rosalyn had little interest in seeking him out; counter to that, she made every effort to avoid their paths crossing.  She did not know what had possessed the current leaders to accept him into their fold, but her hatred had lent a frigid fury towards his presence there.  She wouldn't raise anything over it, but only because she had more important cares to occupy herself with.  Woe to him, however, if he came near her family.

They'd had few visitors so far, which the new mother was grateful for.  Currently she was basking in the sun just outside their den's entrance, watching @Reyes as he clambered upon poor... was it @Clementine?  She smiled fondly at the idea that it would be near impossible for the pups to tell they were not all one brood.  

They were beautiful, but they were a lot all the same.  She was tired, and could feel herself drifting off for a nap as the sun warmed her back.  She gave a lengthy yawn and figured she should probably move; it was just so pleasant here.  Before she knew it, she was napping lightly, ever instinctually alert to the sounds in the den as she dozed.

tags for ref, aw