Morningside Cuesta the british are coming! (they might be a while)

Grayday let out an uneasy breath. It was over, she said - but when the birth ended was often when the troubles began. "Are they all okay? Are you?" he asked softly, moving into the mouth of the den to peer at the four beloved figures inside. Although Khoe's voice was wan, there was a healthy, vigorous scent to the den. For a moment, his eyes traced the dark lines of his mate's pretty face - but he could not keep his eyes away from his children for very long.

"Three," he breathed, a tiny smile quirking his lips. Two more daughters and another son.