Hoshor Plains [birth] these gifts i bring

I'm not sure if either @Devil or @Lavakho will be around, but anybody is welcome to hop in! I'll be alerting puppy players later today. @Rakharo can come take the (three) hybrids away whenever he's ready!

The world had turned upside down days ago, leaving Hoshor Plains in ruin. It came at what might have been the worst possible time for the coyote, who carried heavy children in her belly. During the storm, she had pressed close to her masters when they had let her, ducking as low as her body would let her go. She shook and shivered with each bolt of lightening, panting nervously as the rains washed away much of their home. It was all but a memory now, and she had spent the time since then resting. There was little she could do to serve her masters carrying so much weight, and she wasn't even sure if there was much to be done. Lavakho had been scarce, to say the least, but Tomahawk did not hold it against him.

It was dawn when she awoke, her abdomen gurgling with a certain uncomfortable feeling. She paced restlessly for a few minutes, assuming it was just another one of the cramps that would go away with time. Instead, the sensation grew stronger, and the realization hit her: it was time. A jolt of happiness shot through her when she became aware of what was happening, and she quickly made her way to the small dugout den she'd put together. Her body heaved as she pushed one after another of the small bodies out of her and onto the dirty floor. Quickly, she ate the afterbirth, the nourishment that would help her through the next few days.

In the end, there were six. Three were noticeably larger than the others. The other three small gifts she would give to her Khal. Neither Lavakho nor Rakharo had known of her surprise for them, but they would know soon enough. All six of them suckled on her, though she knew the three abominations would not live for much longer. After some time, Tomahawk drifted into a restless sleep, the sounds and smells of puppies filling her dreams.