Redhawk Caldera leafheart

Dwin had not felt the least offended, if Teya had declined her company. Though Maia had yet to dispel the "parsley bed" myth, she had done a good job on telling her that the personal space of moms, who had new-borns, had to be respected. And that they might feel suspicious and unfriendly in the beginning even to faces they knew very well. 

"Hi!" she greeted the Raven a little bit louder and more excitedly than she should have, then lowered her voice as not to wake up the fluffy potatoes. She approached carefully and let her gaze rest upon the trio for a while, the furrowed brow and very intense look in her eyes telling that there were a lot of mental gears inside the girls brain working simultaneously. 

Finally she looked up at Teya and said somewhat apologetically: "They do not look like wolves at all. Are you sure, you picked the right ones?" While her words sounded like a joke, the serious and concerned look in Dwin's face that her concern was genuine. What if Teya and Bronco had picked bear-cubs in the parselys? Or - alien babies?