Sunset Valley Tspēsh

Why? It seemed such an innocuous question, and yet Ayovi struggles to answer it. She had always lived in communion with the spirits; those rooted in good and kindness, and those more malevolent beings. Ayovi meant to raise her children with the concept of such deities.
"Skorpa og jeg er... venligst ånd. Devout. Jeg vil lave særligt sted for dem på stjernebjerg, hvor stemmer høres. Til jagt og helbrede og fejre."
But then she must think on what she truly desires for her cubs.  She gazes down at her flank, a protective paw curling around them, feeling for gentle taps that must have been mighty kicks. Already Ayovi knows she will move heaven and hearth for these unborn flames within her belly, the depth of such a love glossing over her eyes.
"Mine børn… Jeg ønsker, at de skal være uberørte af krige af verden. Sund. Jeg ønsker for sund." Her nose levels once more, gaze searching.
"Hvad er omkostninger, Aspa?" She would pay it. For her children, there was nothing she wouldn't do.