Stavanger Bay when the river took flight

Doe's tail swept over the ground in excitment as noise and movement came to the little life she's created. "Iss," she cooed at him, nudging him even when he found warmth against her flank. She did not want him to sleep, did not want to leave him be. She could not wrap her mind around the fact that she'd made him, he'd come from her body - and that one day, he'd be a big wolf like her.

In all her hopes and dreams, she'd never once thought that it would be like this. That love for them would be so fierce and instantaneous.

She did not, however, have long to dwell on such well-guarded truths. Soon enough, Doe could feel it building again. The pain was worse this time, and even as she tried to prepared herself, a ragged cry broke the charged silence in the den. "Mama!"

But Hind did not come, and before Doe knew it there were two more squiggly little beings tarred and feathered behind her. A laugh of relief came from the ragged shewolf as she pulled them one-at-a-time between her paws, and cleaned the feathers and dust and birthing goop from their bodies until she had a pair of pale little girls between her paws. A smile so wide it hurt was stretched across her face as she gaze down at them. In the dark, they looked identical to each other and very similar to their brother, but Doe didn't let that bother her, now. In her mind, they were Szymon's spitting image, and for that, she adored them.

"@Julep," she said, nuzzling the one she'd first picked up. Doe spent some time looking between the two and eventually decided that Julep was a bit larger than her sister. The larger child went with her brother against Doe's flank, but the new mother spent some time giving the nameless one a slightly firmer bath, trying to encourage life and movement. Though the little girl was clearly alive, she was not quite as big or as strong as the other two. It didn't bode well for her.