Lost Creek Hollow I can't assault her before I tell her I love her

Healthy. Riiight. The suppressed laugh behind Liffey's scolding was not lost on Deshyr, who offered a toothy grin back. Well, she wasn't wrong, was she? Her younger bro was on the chunkier side, but that just meant he would grow up to rival his father in stature. As for the others, they also looked healthy enough, save for little Eshe slumbering away in the back there. But maybe she was just naturally a tiny wolf like her mother.

"Sorry, Aengus," Deshyr mocked apologised, leaning down to brush his head with her nose tip. The momentary distraction allowed Sionnach to gain the upper hand, toppling him. Oops. She turned back to Liffey with an excited thump, thump, thump of her tail. "You know, I don't mind watching them for a bit if you want to go stretch your legs!"