Redtail Rise long long time,

There was no instinct in her for this quite yet, but New Snow followed along happily, keen to keep close and to nip at the ends of his tail for attention. All that consumed her was him, not the pups-to-come themselves. New Snow would pause at every sight he brought her to, sniff around, and then place herself in an enticing position to see what locale she enjoyed the act of creating these children best. 

To start: the first New Snow did not particularly enjoy, because while they could begin in a way that many-an-inappropriate flick had begun (help me, I'm stuck!), he could not enter the den to do any further consummating with her and as it turned out, that would be something she had enjoyed but... only the one time. Still, the location had been beautiful. New Snow by the end of it sniffed around and mouthed at the moss, and took some with her for the road. 

And then they came upon the second, which she enjoyed! It was spacious, and comfortable for them both—and by the time they two had arrived, New Snow gave him the eyes and low woofs that demanded they test out this place, too. Growing children could be rowdy—was this place built for such behavior? New Snow would let herself and Mountain Boulder test it first, for safety! It became her favorite of the day, then.   

The third was nice, but New Snow did not appreciate that Mountain Boulder himself could not come in. There would be times where she needed him to, even to exchange places so that she could use the bathroom or run for a time. But it was comfortable, and roomier than the first... well, she approved of the thoughts of it, and for that, the fire in her was renewed and she burst out of the den with a yearning whine. 

When they came to the last one, New Snow recognized the place. Old scents were enough to distract her and set her sniffing, and memories flit through her mind of their two daughters with younger faces than the ones they had now. She did not know she had missed those days until she could smell and remember them—New Snow was often a wolf of the present, and did not think of the past much except for when a current event might have inspired it. 

New Snow looked to her man with love plain in her eyes, and more wanting, too. She stepped toward him slowly with a wagging tail and crooned to him a note of pride for the things they two had created. Another softer series of barks that said, you are a great hunt-lead, and a great father, before her nose touched softly against his own.