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Mzaha was as proud as she was beautiful - which was to say, she was absolutely beaming with joy at the cubs she'd brought into the world. They were still young, of course, but they were old enough to be climbing over her and their father. Which young Heir, Aurum, was doing right now, clambering over her back and up the back of her head, though his paws failed to find proper purchase and slipped off her instead. She'd positioned herself at the front of the alcove, trying to be the stopping point should any little paws try to move over her to escape into the rest of the pride.

As much as Mzaha loved the dwarves and the mountain they resided in, there was plenty dangerous places. She'd had nightmares when she'd been expecting, of little cubs falling into the forge - her night terrors had woken her husband on many a night with such thoughts.

The mountain is truly my home, but some days, I do long for the sunny savannah I grew up in. She thought. Maybe she could reach out to Kulta of Jalokivi, and she might be able to accompany one of the trading parties out, just so she might see the sun proper. Even going outside the mountain wasn't enough for her, because their mountain cast such a large shadow. I do not know if Dorin would hear of my leaving, anyway. Certainly not until the cubs are adolescents. She said. He does have that stubborn and protective streak on him.

As one of Aurum's paws stuck into her side, her worries were cast from her mind with a wince.
"Dorin Durinson!" She called to her husband, as she twisted her head to try and grab at Aurum. "Come and take your heir from my shoulders this moment! I need a break from being the climbing structure." She said, heaving a sigh to replace the snarl that was curling into her voice.

Eyir (pronounced A-year, its from WoW lmao) crawled around from her mother's legs, peeking out at her father and her brothers who were already causing trouble. She gave them a huffy sister like look that suggested they better not get her in trouble before she began to groom her front paws.

As her father asked if they were causing problems, she sat up right, holding out her chest, glancing over at him as if to say she was being very good daddy, did you see ?!

She wondered if he did see before she looked up at her mom and placed a gentle paw on her mother's closest ankle. "Mama?" she said softly, not wanting to interrupt.

"That's good."Dorin smiled, moving beside his mate. His stocky, muscular frame lay down tocub level, asilent, enticing play ground if hischikldren wished. He wasn't... Good at this, but he tried.

Nearby, Einarr watched his father settle, then looked to his sisters, before looking to Aurum again. He wassmall, moredwarven size than he liked admitting, as cubs often wanted toi be big and strong, but he alsohad an audiance, and his ears flicked thoughtfully. However, for all that, he deemed it morevaluable to not try trouble, instead humming an old dwarven song he heard one of the nannies sing as he rose, trotting instead to bat some rockjs. He liuked the sound oif the ehythym they made, and smiled.