Dragoncrest Cliffs This was the very first page.

chacal's babes were certainly pretty things. as mireille's grew older, the healer spent more of her time near the tanzanite's den, simply observing and helping where needed.
but of course, nothing was ever so simple; she scans them often for milestones, proper signs of health and growth. they are wobbly little lumps of blonde fur, but they are strong and they are mighty for such tiny beings!
one emits a garbled cry of what seems like frustration as one of her siblings toddles closer to investigate. what's the matter, babygirl? she asks quietly, reaching a paw out toward her. you'll get it eventually. you just gotta practice.