Wheeling Gull Isle leizashou

attn: @Caracal @Simeon @Malakai @Judah @Dinah <3 800 for yall!

the days wound together, blurred, brightened. each moment was measured in suckling children or cleaning their small bodies, in soiled furs her mate removed from the den under her direction to wash and drape them.
heda learned to sleep without sleeping, to wake at the tiniest shift or smallest breath. her exhaustion was great, for the birth had been hard and her litter large, but she was fiercely grateful for them all, and gave thanks to god each day for their continued health.
she lay near the demouth today, blocking it with the stripe of red hackles, and she was singing to them a hymn, her voice floating out upon the lavender-fragrant breeze in a high clear soprano.

They are a fused temple, limbs holding to the  perfect reflection, unison melded by tiny shared beats of heart. There is only darkness, he cannot see his own arms and legs, or to know if this life is a trap or a blessing.

But there is gentleness, there are the soft strokes and  endless  streams  of milk and honey.  Today there is something new, too. It’s lovely and ripples him nearer like a little keel sailing  into safe harbor. A swaddled song for fastened ears, but he knows this voice for  he has heard it before. And though he is blind he can see: incandescence.

Something in him responds to something in her.

Today Judah learns love.

Malakai knows only wanting, yearning, for more. Right now, his desires are only for more warmth, more milk, more... words. He listens and it brings him comfort. His legs kicking and pushing outwards, to shove his other siblings aside to be the closest to her, selfish and wanting still, more. 

gluttony

He had not yet seen, nor had he fully heard, beyond the muffled whispers and words spoken above, and behind, and before him, all around him. But today the murmurs of his mother stirred something deep within Simeon’s heart.

A yearning. A reaching. Something beyond the grasp of his little paws of earth and sand —

— yet he reached out to grasp — and he cried, knowing and overwhelmed —

And then, someone kicked him, and rocked him from his mother’s side. Away from warmth, security, that awesome sense of something too great for him to grasp.

And like the earth, Simeon jostled against the brother who’d struck him, wrestling back with anger and gummy gnaws, as heaven fleeted from his forethought like dew.

A voice. Warm and soft, calling to the small child like an angel straight from the white clouds of Heaven itself. 
She had been crying, yowling at the top of her tiny little lungs that held such a surprising level of power. A loud shriek, lonesome, calling for a home that she was already at. 
But when the hum hits her ears, she stops. She is quiet, droning out into a small hum, and one tiny paw reaches graciously for a mother she cannot see.

oh, their little lives; their small limbs; their small downy and round forms. she was all of them and also herself; they did not feel so distant from her womb even as they grew each day, and she looked upon their perfection.
heda kissed the head of little judah, swept malakai to her chest. "peace between you," a ripple of laughter carrying the words down toward simeon, who she parted from his twin and gathered to another place, milk offered again.
and dinah, baby dinah, her lamentations ceasing as she reached for her mother. heda dropped her words into a hum and kissed the miniscule paw, eyes stung with joyous tears, for her love was overflowing and bountiful.

He’s toppled sideways, inconsequentially frail against the will of a headstrong force. There’s fussing and yips, unrest between the temples but he can only remain there on his side beneath the weight of gravity. Though, his chubby limbs will begin to pedal the air, as if it must be the solution to right himself.

But something warm is covering his eyes and ears and nose, he feels the sanctuary acknowledge him, and he no longer cares if he is sideways, upside down or inside out. He reaches for love and it reaches back.

In his yearning for more and want to be closer, he is rewarded for his efforts and is hoist up, settled then into warmth of his mother's chest. Here in this moment, he is not fighting among his siblings to have her and quickly then returns to slumber.

fading! <3

god was good.
god was great.
at length, they calmed. she nursed them, humming a low song, and soon drifted to sleep herself, satisfied in this moment by the new chapter entitled motherhood.