Whitefish River Fairytale beginnings

Her attention was momentarily drawn to the twins as they woke, Spica's cry making her reach down to lick and nuzzle both girls. Whether it was the unfamiliar scent or just the perils of being a tiny, helpless child in a large, unknown world, Speedy wanted to assure them that were safe here with her.

She looked up to Evergreen as he entered, fish clasped between his large jaws. She smiled as he sat it down. Thank you. I really appreciate that. Food was always sure to lighten her mood some.

Instead of eating, she watched the count fondly as he studied the four pups. It was hard not to be in awe of such perfect little beings; she had felt that way since the day they were born, and the feeling only seemed to grow everyday, that and her completely consuming love for them were what kept her going most days. Speedy nodded when he commented on their size. They are, she answered, smiling. But, they grow everyday. She glanced down at them, pride in her expression. When he asked their names, the healer pointed her nose towards the twins. The twins are girls, and their names are Spica and Syrma. She moved her muzzle to her two soundly sleeping sons. She pointed first to the mostly white puppy. His name is Acheron. And, he is Castor. She lingered over the last son, smiling as she looked back at Evergreen. Aside from Castor, the names had been chosen by their father, and she had gladly honored him and kept her promise to use them. Castor had been her choosing, but she had picked it to stick with the star theme.