Dragoncrest Cliffs Wait a minute

Rosalyn was restless tonight and unsure of why. The den was peaceful but something had woken her, some dream, and now she could not find sleep again. She stared at the darkened stone of the interior and listened to the pups as they slept, reveling in the quiet peace.

It was broken by Aminthe, who seemed to be stirring. Rosalyn twisted to look and see what had disturbed her, but was surprised to find herself caught in the pup's newly opened stare. She took in a breath, then let it out in a nearly silent, gentle laugh and smiled. Pups always had the most beautiful eyes.

Stroking her gently with her muzzle, she breathed out the words quietly, not wanting to wake any others who were sleeping tonight. Welcome, little one. Hello.