Call Me a Rabble Rouser

Studying the child at Pyralis's paws, Razi concluded she seemed like she would grow to be excellent member of the family. The flame-like daughter was beautiful in coat and build. If her siblings were at all similar it would be a strong litter indeed. Gaze flickering back up to the proud mother of the new additions, Razi shrugged, "I've been well, done a bit of traveling and spent some time studying herbs here and there. I'm glad you're well, though. I hope I'll hear a tale at some point about who sired such a colorful child." That would be an interesting story indeed, and one Pyre would likely tell in the grandest way she could manage.

One pointed ear swung around to acknowledge the presence of the new arrival. A nephew, it seemed, but that was an easy mystery to solve based on appearance alone anyways. She doubted she'd seen this one much previously, but judging by looks he was likely around her age so it was hardly a surprise. Her attention was soon caught by the little ashen lump of puppy fluff that padded onto the scene, a monochrome counterpart to the brilliant coat of his sister. Smiling pleasantly, Razi lowered herself to puppy level and cooed a soft, "Hello, young ones." Her tail waved gently, posture welcoming to the small fuzzy babies who would one day likely be as large and fearsome as the rest of the family.