Motherhood was a challenge on its own—and it was only accentuated when the litter grew limbs which could run and mouths which could speak. Golde found solace in trusting Hexx to ensure their children would not wander too far... in the meantime, she slumbered. Basking in the springtide sun, resting her chin against the soft grass.

Her ear twitched, however, at the howl. Of N​ó​ttin—a familiar call, from her superior. And like clockwork, she rose, padding from the densite towards the source of the sound.

It wasn't a long hike. Which, perhaps, is why Eidel had managed to follow along, much to her annoyance. Golde huffed quietly and sat before the couple. Forgive me, I couldn't stop her if I tried. The mother kept her paw around the small pup, keeping her trapped against her body.

A solemn expression rested upon the scout's visage. Is everything alright with you two? She glanced at Dalmatia, then at her lover. Things were tense with the world's changes. The odd mysteries that popped up from every corner of the Vale. Golde had kept herself pointedly uninvolved—the children were more than enough of a challenge to deal with. Yet, she kept acutely aware of the updates. Lips pursed, she listened for whatever her Pillar had to announce.