Redhawk Caldera carry on phenomenon

For the record, I don't really care about posting order. You can post as soon as you're born'd! :)

One down, only the sky above knew how many more to go. Fox promptly shoved the first one to his place at the source of food, and not a moment after did another wave of pushing engulf her. She grunted ever-so-unladylike as another body spilled out onto the dirt floor. So focused on the second place winner at life, she didn't even notice the slight irritation that Ferret was causing her poor ol' nipple.

Next in line was the wolf who would one day be named @Gannet for his white coat and black socks and stalkings. "Another boy," Fox thought idly. Her fist litter had been two boys and two girls, even if one of the boys hadn't made it to his first full moon. Perhaps this litter would turn out to be the same. But there was work to be done, and little time for musing of such things. Fox unceremoniously picked up the white child by his head and plopped him down between her paws, licking away the afterbirth.

Once that was out of the way, she set him down beside his brother and was able to take a few breaths before the next round.