Sunspire Mountains Barbastella [m]

His holler from outside was barely registered. Her little blobs of children looked like nothing but that to her; numbers were, truly, the most fitting. The alpha female loosed an exhausted yawn as she observed the little ones near to her. Two were quiet, two were not. The mother lapped at them, in a pleased mood but all that had gone well, but still miserable from the aches and pains she had suffered throughout. Tonravik thought she smelled blood... yes, definitely blood. Not her own, but of the meat he had hunted.

Tonravik was incredibly hungry, but moreso spent from the labor she endured in expelling five children from her (four that survived). While she was tempted to move toward the food, her instinct dictate she lay here and give her cubs the colostrum they needed to nourish them. She could not even reply. Her cubs were clean and suckled hungrily... that was all she needed to know presently.

She turned to inspect them briefly before she would drift into sleep. They moved hungrily and latched onto her; the feeling was strange, and she was sensitive to it. Did she enjoy it...? No. But this she would endure. The dark bear of a wolf sniffed at them and their newness, storing the smells to memory.