Golden Glade brush strokes on a canvas of souls

She returned her mate's frantic kisses with a barrage of her own, excitement and glee boiling over so that she had to work to not totally slobber all over his face. How attractive would that be, ew. Her tail was brushing the earth clean behind her, though, mirroring the wild fanning of his own. This was one of those moments that she wished she could capture and somehow frame, in perfect detail, to look at in future years when things were bleak and sorrowful -- this perfect, beautiful moment of purest joy and absolute love, shared intimately with the people she loved the most in this world. It was literally the happiest day of her life.

Speaking of the folks she loved most, they were missing a few. Qui asked if she wanted the older kids to see them, and she nodded emphatically. "Yes, call the kids! Let them meet their new brothers and sister." She wasn't sure how they would react. This would, after all, be her first time introducing older kids to a batch of newborn siblings. Of the three of them, she was most worried about how Phoebe might respond. She had the sense that their youngest daughter, already so sensitive and uncertain, was struggling with all of the changes that had taken place in recent weeks. She hoped this wouldn't prove to be too much for the quiet, introverted girl. Whatever the case, though, there was no denying that they deserved to be the first members of the pack to meet the new pups.