Whitebark Stream Rose garden filled with thorns

The shift in his mood at her acceptance pulled a small smile from the snowy leader. The smile grew a little at his exclamation even though it was something she already knew. Any children of hers would be superior--strong and intelligent; she had no doubt about it. It was even better that they would have a strong father to offer his own quality genes; she wouldn't have agreed to have children with any less. 

Whether or not she would be an exceptional mother, as stigmata had put it, was to be determined. She would certainly try her hardest, but she was under no illusions about how difficult it would be to raise children. It would be her first litter, so she was admittedly a little nervous about it. She was just grateful to have her family to help her. 

Still, she was appreciative of the comment, and she moved to offer a few licks to his cheek in thanks if allowed.