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milkmaiden - New Snow - August 26, 2022
Her mate brought her food, and often. Sunday Morning lay with her belly exposed to her suckling cubs as she gnawed away at pieces of tender, fresh meat from a recent hunt. As she ate, her gaze fell to the two young ones. Her children. Both were strong, hungry things. And both had her heart. She let them suckle in peace for now while she ate, but her eyes did not fall away from them even once.
In these early days, Sunday Morning was content to lay with them. Rest with them. Truth be told, she still felt exhaustion from their delivery. It had not been an easy labor. But it had brought to her two of the most wonderful things. Sunday would have changed nothing, for this end.
RE: milkmaiden - Thursdays Dawn - August 26, 2022
Hope this is okay <3 Just a cameo!
The girl was but a day old, now, and absolutely nothing had changed. Her routine was easy, simple: sleep, eat, void. Her mother tended to her dutifully, and she wanted for little — nothing but more warmth, more milk, more contact. With time, she would grow of course, but for now, she remained a small white blob, eyes closed, blinded against the world, her ears clamped tight, deafening her.
After waking from a nap, the whelp whimpered, crawling towards the scent of her mother's milk. She would latch and guzzle for a solid ten minutes before inching her way to lay curled up beside her brother.
RE: milkmaiden - Mountain Boulder - August 27, 2022
same! <3 can keep replying if open!
today augur brought fish for new snow.
he kept his distance. her instinct bid him away. he would not brave her teeth.
and so the hunter was not there to see his daughter crawl with strength. he only heard her, and crooned to them both.
he kept his distance. her instinct bid him away. he would not brave her teeth.
and so the hunter was not there to see his daughter crawl with strength. he only heard her, and crooned to them both.
RE: milkmaiden - Bobcat - August 29, 2022
thursday evening is content in his little nest made of warm furs beneath him and even warmer fur of his mother's flank. he coos in his sleep; soft vibrations that he barely registers as feeling in his deep milkdrunk slumber. he sighs and curls deeper in his sleep as his sister curls against him. deaf and blind but not without his sense of feeling — even if he does not understand it — thursday evening lives his life in continued contenment of a warm, wellfed newborn cub.
also a cameo! <3
RE: milkmaiden - New Snow - September 01, 2022
last from me, will fade <3
Sunday Morning nibbled at the fish. She heard her man from above, and loosed a low note for him to let him know what his children did. He might not be able to see them, but she would still have him know them. Thursdays Dawn enjoyed to move, almost as much as she enjoyed to eat. Thursday Evening was content to eat and rest, which was no wonder. He was large, and rotund, and ate more than Thursdays Dawn by will and need both.
The new mother could not imagine them larger than this, though. She had seen her siblings grow often enough, but had never seen them this small. To do so, they would both require food. And so she would not deprive them of it as they suckled. She continued to eat, knowing that all that she consumed would only aid them. And once finished, she wrapped around them and closed her eyes to get some rest. With Mountain Boulder outside, she knew no fear.