Heron Lake Plateau First storm

Raven seemed touched by the gesture, which made Wildfire's black tail break into a proper wag. "I'm glad you think so," she murmured, touching her smudged muzzle to her sister's ebony snout before drawing back to ask, "Have you thought of names for your next batch? Or do you wait for them to come out, to see what they look like?" She chuckled under her breath. "And how are the older ones doing? Do they all still live here with you?"