Thunder Dome May Strong Arms Hold You

She rested for a moment, panting. Meylodi, had, after all, just had four children. That was... a lot of work. 

After the dark mother regained some of her breath, she looked over their children, pride in her Frostcrest heart . Her muzzle pointed towards their second. T'is li'le guy. Lookin' like scorched Gray-nite, don't he? Grrr-grranite. T'at be'er. An' tis one, she nuzzled her firstborn daughter. I'm t'inkin' Hazel, though I can't quite put me paw on one, Their last born, she licked. Raen, like t'is absurd we'er.