Namid had been peacefully napping in the late afternoon shade, devoid of any stomach problems for the first time in weeks. Much of the weight she’d gained with the pups she’d lost, leaving her looking a little skinny about the legs and hips. However, she was more than willing to suffer so briefly to bring into the world her children. Suddenly, a sudden pain jolted through her abdomen, sending her mismatched gaze flying open in shock. She cringed, turning to give her belly a nudge with her nose. The queen had been having pains off and on for the past week, signaling to her that her time was very close. She didn’t suspect anything of it, until the pain came again sooner than before, and then another time yet again. A whine escaped her downturned lips as she gathered herself to her paws then began pacing, stopping with a groan as yet another contraction wracked her body. There was no doubt about it, they were coming now. And she had no clue where Vespertio was.
Looking around with wide eyes she called for her love, “Vespertio!” panic and pain lacing her words. The pale woman took a moment to steady herself, planting all our paws strongly and taking deep breaths to still her beating heart before offering another whine. She took to her belly, crawling through the entrance of the den and making circles in the soft bedding beneath her paws. Pants escaped her maw as she moved about restlessly, laying down and licking her parts, then getting up to rearrange the bedding. This cycle went on for hours until the sun had sunken beneath the horizon, drowning in the night that took over.
She was laying down when another contraction hit, a tired grunt escaping her maw. Namid was exhausted, but the pain wouldn’t allow her to sleep. Another one hit, and she felt something move within her. She wriggled and squirmed in discomfort, pawing at the ground before her and growling and snapping at anyone who came near the entrance. Instinctually she pushed, grunting and panting then pushed again. A small, wet bundle slipping from her and she blinked in amazement. Instincts once again took over as she turned and carefully picked up the pup, nipping away the sack that circled it and licking away the afterbirth from its pelt to reveal a tiny white girl. “Hello my darling,” she murmured, her eyes glowing as she nudged her firstborn to her teat to suckle. The girl gladly clasped on, eating happily with tiny mewls. She didn’t have much longer to admire the perfection that had come from her before another contraction hit, causing her to gasp. She pushed for a few moments before the second bundle came forth. The new mother cleaned the sack and wetness from this one as well, drying its fur with her tongue to discover that it was a boy. Already he looked much like his father, with dark agouti markings and a box-like muzzle. Carefully she moved him next to his sister with a smaller amount of protest from the boy, then he like-wise began to suckle nearly immediately. Her nose traveled between the pair to nuzzle them affectionately, her contractions having momentarily ceased. She thought, perhaps, only two were the result of Vespertio and her’s coupling until several minutes later she was shocked by another bout. Pushing and panting once again, a final baby emerged from her womb. Cleaning it she found it was another boy, surprisingly chunkier than his siblings despite being the last to be born. His pelt was a fine mixture between the queen and king’s pelts, sandy and russet in coloration. He mewled and cried until she moved him to her belly as well to eat, where he was silenced.
The Star Dancer looked at her brood with wonder and unadulterated love. It radiated from her body and her expression, tears threatening to fall from her mismatched gaze as she looked them over from first to last. What names could they be given she wondered, of course that was something she’d need to discuss with her husband. Her eyes turned to the opening warily, where she was sure he was pacing to a fro. “Vespertio, you may come in,” she called, though her tone held a note of caution to him. He may be their father, but she was a new mother and she was yet willing to just hand them over even to him. They would stay safely tucked away at her breast for the next few weeks until they were old enough to venture, and at least a week would be given before any others were allowed even a look at her precious darlings.