basked in a blanket of snow

Her small sibling smiled widely, standing up to greet her. "Azalea, you came back! i know i got bigger, my sides have gone a little chubbier since ive been eating all the time! but no worry, mpther still thinks im pretty." Her words made Azalea laugh, a bit in pity of her sibling. Of course Soleil thought she was pretty, mothers were supposed to think such thoughts. Her sister was adorable and all too soon she would be beautiful. It was only a matter of time.

Guinevere would lift a paw at her, bringing it down in front of face as Azalea quickly took a trained step back. Azalea was the master of pawing others in the face, she knew how to avoid it. "Oh... um, i got a little bit excited and rushed back home, Dont tell Father or mother! it can be our secret." She snorted lightly at her sister. It was exactly the sort of the think she would do, just like the pawing in the face.

"Oh my... Babies! Can we name them?" The belated reaction snapped Azalea back into the reality of her state. Wounds crusted with blood and a belly that rounded out in that tell-tale way. "Whose are they? Daddy will be so mad!" She frowned lightly. "No naming and oh well, he really can't do anything about it. They are mine."