Boartusk Heights Sky on fire

Tags are for reference and slight PP that was already established in linked thread. Up to four babies available!

They were finally safe.
She was finally safe. 
And, thank the skies for that—her babies were coming. 

The shadow had graciously accepted the nest so graciously offered to her by @Reyna, @Paloma having set it up with immaculate taste and care. She had settled herself amongst the bedding the night before, the stress and anxiety to find somewhere safe to have her babies finally releasing her. 

It seemed that almost as quickly as the comfort had settled in, however, it dissipated, leaving her empty for a moment before replacing itself with that of restlessness, driving her to pace. Soon, she felt the beginnings of labor—and it was difficult, far more difficult than she had realized. The sudden onset of cramping seized her belly, her back, her thighs, all coming in waves with building intensity, causing her to moan, groan, and pant heavily. 

She had cried out for @Hashut, letting him know his prodigies were coming and—she needed him. She had never needed anyone, but the older man had changed that; the care he showed her had changed everything for her and it was what she needed now. The night had taken forever to turn into morning, the pain distorting time and space, but, eventually, she reached the height of it all. With a strangled yell, her first was born.

He had been staying near the den mostly, hunting and gathering herbs for her as he could tell; time was approaching for the arrival of his children and as he heard her call. He ran to the entrance of the den; stopping shortly before entering not sure if she just wanted him near or if she wanted him by her side. He waited patiently for an invitation if one did not come he would simply guard his new family.

She seemed to allow him to enter and he went and laid by her side as he licked her head.

While he did so he noticed serem also lurking outside.

Her labour had been long and unrelenting for no fault of her own, but for the life which fought within her. Though he had been last, the smallest one began to move at the onset of contractions, a reaction to some primal need. The space within was limited, but he struggled past his siblings - however many, he could not say -- climbing over head and heel until he pawed the first in the face with a shove and felt empty space before him.

Unimpressive in size and stature, the boy began to slide from the womb, tiny paws reaching and perhaps even attaining that crown of firstborn he so desperately fought for - if the sibling he'd punched didn't stop him first.

cameo!

Paloma's nose wrinkled to the stretch of childbirth, ears turned back to the mothers cries and pup's high-pitched squeals. Yet, the smell of blood had drawn her near. Licking her maw, she watches at some distance. The father there, herbs at the ready. Paloma turned to leave before the next child arrived, making her way to inform @Reyna of the news.

Scoria's second son was much, much bigger than her first. In all fairness, he should have been first into the world, had a certain someone not beaten him to it. In a way, it almost felt like he'd been robbed of such a special achievement. And so, once he had been dutifully washed and dried, he marched his way to the milk bar with a raucous battle cry.

In reality, it was more like a crawl and a loud string of grunts and squeaks, tiny paws battering his brother as he reached for a teat and began to suckle.