Wapun Meadow this seat's taken

There was something about motherhood that fascinated Dulce. It was a difficult concept to grasp, the ability to grow and create new beings; while she could never see it on her own path, she adored seeing it on others'. Two? she asked, tail beating the ground behind her, What are they called? If Dulce were to ever have children, she thought that she might like to name them something mundane; Rock. Fish, maybe. 

It was not yet time for Dulce to settle, though she had toyed with the idea. She gave a shake of her head and returned the grin, saying Someday, maybe. The chances were higher that she'd start a pack of her own, but even that was wishful thinking.