Redhawk Caldera stay; silvering

two sons. a daughter.
teya nosed them softly, catching bridget's scent outside the den and smiling softly, though it waned as she discovered sorana had not been here.
there was some small hope her oldest daughter would arrive, and so she turned her attention to bronco.
"look," though he already was. her voice trembled. "they perfect."
the glowing coolwater eyes reached for his own. "boris?" for one of the boys, a smile tinging her countenance with joy.