Sun Mote Copse Basket

I'm cool with no posting order- just flail and post whenever everyone wants?

Niamh smiled softly, though she wasn't sure whether it was because she was too tired to be cranky or upset anymore, or if she was actually happy. Looking at her two kids, and feeling the way that Colt looked at her, though...She was fairly certain that she'd finally rediscovered what it was like to be happy. Plus she was relieved- they had two perfect children, healthy as could be, and she'd survived the whole ordeal. The worst, she thought, was over, so she could now relax and just bask in the wonder of the moment. 

Colt mentioned the little blonde girl, and Niamh snorted. Was he suggesting that any wolf that looked like her would be trouble? She was tired, but she was still sharp enough to make a retort. "It's the dorsal stripe." She said, and cast a glance his way. In the end, both of their children would be trouble, she figured. It came from both sides of the family- but hopefully just the good kind of trouble. She smoothed the fur along the boy's back. "I think he has one too. Kind of hard to tell, where he's so dark." She said. The faint blonde hue around his cheeks and belly reminded her of Ambrose, though- and she wondered if he'd grow golden fur around his shoulders too. 

She leaned back, and looked down at the fuzzy pups suckling at her side, before she looked to Colt. "So, what're we going to name these little guys?" She asked. Several names had been discussed- now came the task of picking out the ones they liked best.