Dragoncrest Cliffs Snapdragons

Carefully, she wriggled forward until she too was pressed to her mother’s side, resting with her shoulder near her mother’s flank. She ran her muzzle first, gently, along her mother’s side, trailing down toward where the pups lay tucked at her side. She felt grateful for the strength of her mother’s womb for having carried and delivered another litter of pups. There was something sacred and revered about motherhood, and she felt she owed respect and gratitude to the vessel that had brought new life into the world, year after year. 

Her jaw chattered slightly when she felt the softness of Quennell’s fur. Like dove down, or the fur of a fawn, so fine and soft. Aminthe, too, was soft as a brand new flower petal. Their scent made her want to bathe them, so she could continue to breathe in their newness, and she smoothed her tongue over each of them with a loving gentleness. 

So small, so frail- but with a world of potential. Chacal’s heart felt fit to burst. Her eyes welled up, and something heavy caught in her throat. ”Maman,” she croaked, her lips trembling. She laughed softly, at her emotional response and lifted a forelimb to wipe the moisture from her eyes. ”I love dem so,” She murmured softly.