Northstar Vale Little eyes

She was tired—her age, she assumed, played a role in this, and she knew now why so many had children when they were younger. In truth, she considered this might be a one and done act for her—but she hadn’t discussed it with Reyson yet.

She watched the sun greet the world once more—spanning across to lighten the cozy family den with warmth and promise—and while she dozed softly, every so often looking to her young with admiration she could not begin to describe, she did catch the soft blue eyes of one of her boys, and her lips pulled up in a sleepy smile. “Rhonen,” she crooned in greeting, paws reaching to nestle the boy closer.