She had stretched her muscles this day leaving the valley for the first time in several weeks. Not much had changed and her children continued to grow as she watched and taught them from afar. Her daughter was one difficult to control she watched at times as she took her childish fury out on others and other things. She liked to be in control and it was something she was proud of her child for, in a way at least. Her son, however, seemed to be stagnant not doing too much that she could tell but he was still impressive and just as important. Her daughter's name had been hidden as well as her own; she kept her son's name silent but was unaware of his own mouth being open to sharing it.

She wondered what had become of the tricolored brute that sired them. He hadn't been around since he learned of her pregnancy. She survived well enough and her children as well but it left her with a sense of agitation. Enya was too lost in thought to know where her paws led but she recognized the scent that lingered in the air. It was the brute himself; she growls slightly before pushing herself onwards towards his resting form. She was in his space now and she snapped at his muzzle. It didn’t matter if he moved or not she dropped to her belly beside him keeping snapping at his muzzle occasionally as if to move him out of the way. “Our children, you should meet them at least once.” Her words were harsh as she gazed at the surroundings yet finding a comfort in this companion