Dragoncrest Cliffs with one glimpse she was seduced by

"dis one be sobo," she answered, motioning to the silverfat child who had had begun to choke. the motherly muzzle descended, cleaning debris from his tiny mouth with careful laps of her tongue. "'an dat be loko," the miniscule reddish brother worrying her teat. "coraline," crimsonwisp daughter silently nursing, an' mireille," yet another brash cerise child, curled against loko. 
an exhausted, satisfied look lifted to the young ruby. they would be the last children she had; the woman could feel it in the lingering tiredness of her ageing body. but now she was content.