She was unsure when was the right time to see her mother. Had the pups been born yet? Was she allowed to see them? There was only one way to find out. Curiously and smoothly, the girl slipped silently into the Authors' den, sending a warm greeting to her parents. "Good morning."
Her gaze had not yet seen the awaited surprise, and when she did, her eyes melting at the sight of her newborn siblings. Her mother looked rested, which meant she wouldn't be as cranky if Varda happened to be interrupting. For now, all she could think of was how different they were. While her littermates were a solid colour with barely noticeable markings, these pups were an assortment of shades. There was a cream male with a chestnut mask and ebony paws and a mocha female with the same cream colouring for her mask and back. A year ago, that would have been her with Aslan and Herne.
"Oh, they're beautiful." She kept her gasp hushed to ensure she would not disturb the sleeping pups. In a crouched form, she gently whispered to her siblings who were nuzzling Novella's stomach. "Welcome to the world, little ones."
