Sawtooth Spire Will I ever be more than I've always been?

Finishing up here!

She carried their fair little daughter back into the suffocating warmth of the cavern, a much more suitable den than her mouldy stump from the year prior, and placed her gently back alongside her brother. The size difference between them was remarkable. It wouldn't be long before the girl caught up to her brother in size, but perhaps it was a sign of things to come. In adolescence perhaps he would overtake his sister and his mother alike, sprouting to better match his sire. Or perhaps it would be Phaedra who outgrew her.

Grimacing at the dull ache in her abdomen, Wylla curled her body around the cubs with her hind legs splayed to the sides so they could access her belly and fell into a deep, restful sleep.