Northstar Vale Little eyes

A poke to the eye—a jab to a nostril. Such was the life of a mother, and even as her face was being jabbed and prodded, she of course could find nothing more precious in this world than her son, his perfect paws, and his perfect face, and his perfect little nose…

She allowed him to continue his exploration, dipping her muzzle down to nudge softly at his side, breathing in his still-there baby smell. “Little Rhonen, what do you think… You going to grow up to be as big as your daddy?”