bullit

Tonravik herself was wrapped around her cubs, legs creating a barrier with her mountainous body on the other side. Knowing they were safe in the makeshift cage she had created with her figure, she snoozed lightly. An ear twitched as she heard one cub drop downward... and flicked again when Malrok began to fuss. Tonravik felt three near her belly, and as of yet did not move. She could only lazily hope that the second-born would figure it out before she had to disturb herself and deposit her near her belly again. The alpha female liked to believe that typical cubs could not do such things, but her cubs could simply because they were the product of she and her mate. Iqniq was a bright wolf, and she imagined he always had been even when they had first met... she had simply drawn it out of him. The beast of a wolf was not imaginative, but she felt as though her doing this played at the very threads of who they would be and become. If her cub continued to wail, however, she would thrust him near his brothers. The mother was too impatient to be bothered, and had planned on getting a brief amount of shut-eye while they fed.