Nova Peak rumpus room

His playful query prompted a thoughtful, even slightly wistful expression. Masquerade took a seat, leaning back on her haunches so she could dangle a foreleg across the slight swell of her midsection. She looked down at it, as if considering the exact dimensions of her baby bump before answering.

Mother had three or four at a time, she posited, and New Snow tended to have two. Was that because of their respective ranks, Masque wondered, or was it truly the other way around? I know we don’t really get a say but I feel like two might be the perfect number, maybe three.

She drummed her toes on her own skin, then relaxed forward, her forelegs taking her weight properly. She gazed at Riley, their golden eyes locking for several beats. Whether they had one or a dozen, they would be their own little family… and the founders of Dragonspine.

Rowdy! she blurted suddenly, then snorted and asked with a wolfish grin, Do you really think I’m sassy? Me?