fivesome

One-on-one with babies?! @Swift :D

Slowly but surely, Bazi's mind wrapped the trauma of birth in gauze and pushed it into the past. Hormones flooded the new mother like intravenous crack, and despite her stubborness, she could not help but look upon her suckling brood with love and wonder.

Four of them. Four Frostfur heirs, with their tiny, perfect little toes and scrunched-up faces. Bazi was fiercely proud of herself for growing such large, healthy pups - almost as proud as she was pissed. At her body. For betraying her.

After a long and well-deserved nap, she could finally take the time to really look at them. Pasha and Whittier were real heffers next to their daintier sister, who was closer in size to Swift. Swift. Presently, he was attacking a teat with gusto, kneading her belly with his tiny paws. He was that very particular shade of brown that meant he would one day be white, with tightly closed eyes and a look of fierce determination. Bazi nudged the top of his fuzzy head with her nose to see what he would do.