Dragoncrest Cliffs mindful of neither her child

njord, always so gentle. always tending toward a knowledge that age would give him. she had chosen well this season, very well, as she shifted against the ruby's soft muzzle. "obsessed wid de sea, i hope!" she laughed, sunlight breaking its way through earlier clouds.
"fiercely outspoken, all of dem. more den two," she told njord, suddenly suffused with an affection that he seemed to take such an interest in the unborn pups. perhaps they might bear his red tail; she would enjoy that. 
a strong woman. wise. and old! though she did not add this, refusing to sully the moment. "what do you t'ink dey will be like?"