Sun Mote Copse Basket

Niamh waited- tired but proud- while Colt stepped into the den, momentarily blocking out the light. When she saw his facial features, his eyes were shining, and he was grinning from ear to ear. He remained at some distance, which was appreciated- had he drawn too close she might have snapped at him simply out of instinct. But those were instincts she'd have to learn to keep at bay. So she gestured for him to come closer, and would be glad to have his touch for reassurance. 

And the first thing he did- aside from smile- was swear. Niamh rolled her eyes. "Language," She hissed quietly, but smiled afterwards. "But you're right. Come closer, come see them," She invited warmly, smiling down at the two perfect little creatures they'd made together.