She was happy to be back home again. She felt sanctity in her den; it was middle ways between the heart and boarder of the pack. It was nestled beneath a mighty oak with a fair entrance fairly low to the ground with ivy leave hanging over half the entrance. Truly Tavioria was a lovely place. It was strong and sturdy; surly it was a safe place for her children. Just the day before she had found a beautiful puppy, though tragically abandoned at Encora woodlands she took her in as her own. Since that evening the stirring and kicking increased and she was becoming restless. She snuggled back further into the den with her adoptive child curious as to where Attu was. Perhaps he would return in time for their children’s birth but she wasn’t worried. Still she wanted him to be able experience everything he desired to see of them.

Well she would be pleased no matter but she couldn’t exactly be given to be concerned over the matter. She moved to sift around nosing the day’s old pup to her side as she stretched out trying to become comfortable before the beginning of brining her children in the world. The process is a rather quick one which surprised even herself but upon brining her last child in the world she feels and uncomfortable tare bringing a soft whimper to escape her maw.

She looks over her beautiful clean son; the first of her children to be born. He is clearly Enderlys child; a beautiful silver and black flecked boy. She ran her tongue along his spine once more before moving to her. Her nose comes to a beautiful ebony and ivory girl her muzzle and tail the finest white. She was clearly another daughter to Enderly. She was my second born and she adored her. They were all such beautiful and delicate; she adored them and only wished she could bring them a little closer. The last of her children brought forth in these seconds lay at her haunches. She pulls it close to clean her before nestling her between her siblings. She is Attu’s daughter. His chocolate color adorned the girl’s chest, ears, tail, and muzzle including beneath the girls eyes.

She may have only birth three but four healthy puppy are now her own. She relaxed as they seemed to nurse comfortably. She laid her head on her paws trying to lay still aside from the discomfort she felt and the desperate desire to escape the scent of blood that lingered in the air. For now she will do what is needed for her children’s sake finding a sigh of continent with her family. They were more than beautiful they where stunning and they where hers.