Lost Creek Hollow Spring Wind

There wasn't anything quite like a bright eyed child gazing at you. Ash Paw hadn't known such happiness until her own and then these ones. Though she wasn't a perfect mother and her children were more wild than anything.

Ash Paw gave a soft hum in her chest and rubbed a paw along the girls downy ears.

It's okay. Just a pretty steller Jay. Probably going to their nest.