It was a relief that the young ones had finally weaned. For now, she could finally stretch her legs once again without the worry that perhaps they hungered for milk. Now, to keep them well fed was not a single-person job. Anyone could bring in whatever soft-fleshed meat the pups could indulge in if they so wished.

It felt nearly nostalgic to amble about once again—though, of course, it was different to now have the presence of the young beside her. Beneath her breath, she counted; she had 3 with her. Sorella, Eidel, and Joschka... every few heartbeats, hazel eyes shifted to count the three. Make sure none have decided to go on their own little adventure away from her.

The soft green of the Vale's foliage shifted into a warm blush as Golde descended the mountain, towards the celebration just below the foot of the mountain. Pale lips curled into a grin. Finally.

She approached the party slowly, keeping the litter by her ankles. Though, eventually, she offered them a nudge towards the other pups with a soft 'go play'. And with haste, she approached the adults. The beverages...

It'd be quite irresponsible to indulge as a mother... especially when her mate wasn't around to keep a second eye on the pups. Yet the temptation was certainly present. The blonde wolfdog cantered towards where they were all laid out with an unmaskable wave of her tail.