Blacktail Deer Plateau Black and blue

Peregrine dismissed her doubts, but Osprey understood why. Deep inside he agreed with her, but were their roles reversed, she would want to think only the best for her kids. For Junior's and Saēna's sake she hoped that, wherever they were now, they were doing well and, if fate would have it, they would meet again. On the other hand - children usually didn't come alone, they came in twos, threes and more - soon Perry's hands would be full of taking care of the next litter and the sorrow and worry for his older children would dissolve over time.

"Imagine, what would our parents would have done, if we pulled a tantrum every time new siblings were born," she mused and at the same time she didn't understand, why a new litter would be such a great deal. By the time Fox's kids were born, Junior would be all grown up and have different interests. When Osprey had become a yearling, she had already moved out of the common den and had been quite glad that mom and dad had a new "batch" to take care of and look after. Saved them the trouble to pester their older kids.

"I would tell you that you lack any kind of creativity," she side-glanced at him, looking serious.