Dragoncrest Cliffs Cordierite

"mother, they're coming," came dalia's voice from the den, rousing portia from her peaceful state. sure enough, as the fisa raised her head to look, out tumbled her piebald baby and not far behind her little gray baby. dalia watched for a few more moments before settling at the mouth of the den, keeping an eye on opalia, who was (for now) still inside. 

"hello babies," portia cooed, first to sequoia, who was pawing at her side trying to use her as a rock wall. she was mostly succeeding, but portia was such a small wolf so it wasn't too big a challenge. try climbing dio, sheesh. her attention turned to dacio, who looked grumpy and pouty. "what?" she asked with a broad smile, since the look of agitation on her sons face was far more adorable than it was concerning, "do you need something, hun?"