Duskfire Glacier while centuries fall apart

Moving this along for the second round. No posting order. The next round will begin on the 8th. 

Tired from the strain forced upon her body of delivery, Tzila so badly wanted to succumb to sleep. But she just as fiercely yearned to keep her eyes open, never taking them off the newborn trio for a second. Just so she could admire them all day (or night) and bask in the love that radiated up, enveloping them all. 

A shuffling at the mouth of her den made her ears prick. Made her muscles coil in brief tension. Upon seeing that it was only her mate, her husband, Wintersbane, she relaxed visibly. Her tail even tapped excitedly against the ground, a quiet whine escaping her throat. Beckoning him closer. She could see the love he had for them blossoming in his eyes, awestruck at the lives they had created together. 

Reaching out, she stroked her muzzle alongside his, murmuring happily, thickly. "They are. Your sons and daughter are perfect..." She drew back, bestowing each of them with the lightest of touches, to soothe them if they stirred at the unfamiliar presence of their father. She smiled sweetly. "They look like us..." The boys, most definitely strongly resembled their sire. The girl, with her blacks, copper and white hints on the other hand, could have just as easily belonged to either he or Rye. She doubted she'd ever know, but that was fine with her. Looking up, her attention was pulled away momentarily, towards the main chamber beyond. Others were out there, lurking. Lane and Rye, by the sound of it. She shifted uneasily. Rye had a right to see the children too. And Lane, as a trusted friend and a medic would be welcomed, if only to assure her the children had a clean bill of health. Though in this very moment, she could think of nothing but wanting to be close with her husband, curled up with the newborns.