Swiftcurrent Creek It's too cold outside for angels to fly

@Julius @Relonikiv @Trajan @Durnehviir ... first time outside the den, maybe?

The morning was fresh, and not nearly as cold as those before it. A thin fog hung low over Swiftcurrent Creek and although rain had melted most of the snow, a light dusting from the previous night had been. Returning from taking her pickings from the elk her pack-mates had felled over the weekend, Paarthurnax was certain that it might be a good time to unleash the little dragons for the first time. Soon they would be four weeks old, and with the temperature having increased somewhat, the two-toned healer did not wish for the opportunity to go to waste. Relonikiv had already braved the elements once before, but Paarthurnax yearned to see her brood outside together.

She paused at the den's entrance to beckon her temporary baby-sitter to her with a soft woof, thanked him for allowing her to feed and stretch her legs, then dismissed him. Paar's copper gaze followed him as he disappeared into the fog, before she ducked her head and entered the hollow. At once her tail swished merrily at her rear and she crooned affectionately to her pups - in particular Julius, who'd ventured on shaky limbs in her direction. "Hello to you," the desert wolfess chirped, lowering her head to flick her tongue lovingly across her pale son's brow.

Stepping over him, she made to gently rouse the other pups with nudges and kisses, before she turned and exited the den once more. "Come along," Paar called out over a russet shoulder, and moved so that she could peek into the den with an excited smile. "To me, Jules."