Redtail Rise sunbeam

Her cubs were not yet fully weaned, but they were beginning to be. Now other than just milk, at thirty-nine days they also would eat the slurry she, Mountain Boulder, and others might provide for them. Soon enough New Snow would become dry, and all they would enjoy would be such a meal until they could eat independent of their elders. With their bothersome milk teeth, New Snow looked forward to the day. But she was an incredibly patient mother who had little trouble with her first litter beyond what was to be expected of one with their firsts.

One month now, New Snow could scarcely recall them as they had first been. Now they had faces easily distinguished by those who knew them. Thursday Evening was a large, rotund boy... and although Thursdays Dawn was leaner, she was certainly not scrawny. With the sun out, New Snow darted around the perimeter to ensure all was well before summoning her cubs to her with happy whuffs.