Deepwood Weald I am in Misery

She was fine — Dutch breathed a quiet sigh of relief, and then his tail whipped through the air at Minnow's offer.

"Of course I'd like to," he said, touched by the offer. He crawled carefully closer, leathery nostrils flaring to take in their scents. They were all so small, but each one looked perfectly healthy. "They're beautiful," he said earnestly, his burnished gaze flashing up to twinkle at his cousins. "I love them already, Minnow. What will you call them?"

He did not say so just yet, but Dutch had some suggestions of his own. Just in case!