Blackfeather Woods my sun and stars

After a moment of shrill cries in defiance, Astrid settled down and burrowed her way through Nemesis's fur as if the girl's mere force could burn a hole through her mother's chest. Yet, Nemesis did not make any attempt to move her, having had her in the prime position to preen the girl without much wiggle room. Her daughter's restless movement could only tell her one thing; the den was getting too small for the growing litter. She counted the days; the birth had been almost a month ago. Perhaps it was time. A nudge in her side turned her attention to the youngest, Abraxas and her eyes beamed. "Come," she beckoned to him, tugging lightly on his ear for him to join his sister as they ventured outside. But, she was careful. Astrid was beyond control, energy-wise, and she dark woman would not loose her daughter in the dark woods. Instead, she gripped the girl by the soft flesh of her neck and hoisted them both from the shadows of the den and into the world beyond. 

The air was chillier than she had anticipated, the warmth of several bodies had always kept them warm before. She imagined this would come a shock to the infants, yet the sooner they became independent, the better. Sitting down her daughter on the hard ground below, she surveyed the surrounding area of any sign of unwanted guests. She knew the rest would be eager to meet the next generation, but the dark woman knew to take it in steps. Instead, she invited @Damien and Damien alone to approach if he so wished; throwing her head back to beckon the fellow leader in a low call.