Generational similarities

Being a mother and now a grandmother was probably one of her greatest joys and most certainly her proudest accomplishment she had in her life. She was so glad that she and Kane had decided to move back into The Hallows after their litter drifted off on the wind like the dandelion fluffs that they were. There was no shortage of grandchildren to spend her days with here and it made every day a little different and just as fulfilling. Today little Ember–though she was hardly little anymore–asked her to join her on the beach so once she was ready for the day and had made her usual visit to the infirmary to get her daily medicines from Gwyn she made her way toward the shore to find her lovely granddaughter.

Ember wasn't difficult to spot, the dark coloration of her father standing in stark contrast to the pale sands in the bright Auster summer sun. All of her grandchildren were beautiful and handsome in their own ways, but she of course did have a little bit of a soft spot for her children and grandchildren that reflected her own black coat in some way. She walked over to where Ember was waiting for her and smiled as she tipped her muzzle up to nuzzle at Ember's cheek. "Hello, sweetheart," she said happily, her tail wagging gently behind her. She didn't really know if there was anything more to this little "date" or not, but she was just glad to spend time with her granddaughter regardless.

Tamsyn Carpathius of the Valley