((Hey guys! I think Sasha would do good as a pup mother/queen))
Sasha was sitting in the nursery trying to get her pups to eat normal food. Snow scrunched up her nose and made a fake gagging noise. "C'mon guys, Your almost all 3 months old, can't you get off milk for me?" All her pups squealed in protest, and Sasha sighed. Sasha squeezed through the brambles, her fur sticking up from scratching against the thorn and leaf barrier. She sat down, staring at the sky, watching blue-jays, cardinals, and some ravens flying by. Her lips moved as if she were saying something to them.
