Dragoncrest Cliffs shaped by clearest blue

at acceptance of both mother and child, jorunn found her way inside. a smile as her grip on the flowers. although the grip was soon softened to set down the flowers.

the child who greeted her was, without a doubt, a beautiful combination of mother and father. her heart grew two sizes.

hello, vixen, she hummed sweetly, reclining some to be in a better position, practically a windshield for the den. you must be kind with sjømor. a stage whisper, low and but loud enough to be heard by the dear meerkat.

she is beautiful, jorunn would declare to meerkat. although she doubted there were any questions or doubts about the children's appearance.

jorunn would pluck up one of the flowers from the bundle and gently dragged it along the ground, wondering if the child had hunter's instinct yet.