Aslan's height was a mystery. Whilst some of the previous generations of Destructions had been slightly taller Novella certainly wasn't aware of this, only knowing the same as Varda, that many in the family were similar height to one and other. Frith too wasn't particularly tall but she could only guess that perhaps the height had come from somewhere in his family.
She would smile at Varda's attempts to stretch up to Aslan's almighty height. Perhaps he would slow his growing soon though by the look of his paws he certainly had plenty more to grow before he was in proportion once more. Varda and Herne grew at a much slower rate in comparison, one that could only make her assume they'd continue to be far smaller than their brother but perhaps reach a slightly more normal height than him.
They would all get there in time, to growing up properly, for now she would have to savour their youth. Perhaps they wouldn't do the same but as their mother, Novella wasn't sure she could ever stop thinking of them as the tiny pups, the amazing little beauties that had been born one Spring.
"Come on my little butterfly." She would speak softly, giving her daughter a gentle nuzzle. "Shall we take a walk?" She wasn't quite sure where they would go, perhaps just enjoy a wander around the lands in the sunshine.
