Blackfeather Woods blood, guts & glory [birth]

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The little ones did not settle as she'd hoped, causing her brow to crinkle with a slight irritation. She had just done them the great deed of pushing them out her, during a storm and what did they do? Fuss. One screeched a cry she did not know earthly possible, the others battled their way to one single teat while many more were at their disposal. She leaned down, sighing in the process as she nudged them to their own part of her. The girl was particularly ferocious, but then again, it was her daughter. However, in no time, they all settled down into their first slumber and she could not help but to watch their tiny forms intake and exhale like clockwork; partially paranoid one would simply stop. Curling them into her side, she nosed each one with a particular affection, the first emotion of it's kind. In that instant, however sappy it was, she could not imagine a life without them. While they did not amount to anything right then, she was sure each one would make her proud, and carry on a legacy born for them. 

Her ears perked up as Kove's voice found it's way through the storm and into the den, her eyes searching outside for his figure that paced back and forth. It did not seem right to keep him away any longer, and she beckoned him inside with a call of his name. She did not need to speak, but simply awaited his expression as he laid his gaze upon a family that would not leave him. 

"This is Astrid .. Astrid Nyx Apaata," Her gaze flickered to the only daughter, yet not a moment later did her expression turn somber. Anna. A dull pain filled her heart, and her head softly turned to the still form of the un-surviving daughter. "One did not live," Her voice threatened to break as she spoke the words, yet tears did not spill. It would not have lived a full life anyways, it'd deformities too extensive to carry out the basic functions of life. Her soul would rest with Mephala, if one believed in such a thing, for at that moment she wished the child to be in a place of better comfort. Her gaze returned to the sleeping forms of her remaining children, such beauty placed in each. They would achieve great things, she was sure of it. Great things, indeed.