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Vanity returned to her den, snuggling back up with her babies, nosing over them softly.
The day was peaceful, she could feel the breeze brushing into the den, replacing the slightly stale air. Sunlight dappled through the trees, lighting the dust particles swirling like dancing fairies.
Arwen started bleeding again, but this time it was a higher pitch than her usual hunger cries.
Vanity tilted her head, licking her daughter to remind her that she was not alone. Never alone in this world.

Ah, her eyes. She was opening them for the first time.
She smiled softly, licking Leshen too to make sure he wasn't left out.
At last, Arwen seemed to settle with the dim lighting, revealing her pricing, ice-blue eyes. They looked like the brightest days, the purest of oceans.
"Hey little one," she cooed softly, tail softly thumping the ground in unchecked joy. And why should she not show her happiness?