Luneshale Pass I deserve it, don't I?

She points to each with her muzzle, a quiet pride in her voice. Apollo, Delos, and Artymis. She gestures to the largest son first, the pale boy next, and finally her single daughter. She feels a love for them which she once thought impossible. She understands now that her mother's army of children was created out of more than just practicality.

Looking back up to Soto, a grin crosses her face. Nunca los había visto tan coloridos. She says, a single thump of her tail on the ground. Each of her siblings were born pale and white, suited to their snow-covered environment. She had never seen a pup born with a coat of differing shades from their siblings, let alone three.