Neverwinter Forest The beams of first light [Birth (M)]

Her breaths were slow - drug out with a slight peep as she placed her head softly unto the bedding of the den. She had survived childbirth - all three of her pups had has well, even if two would certainly die. It made her sad to think of Kjalarr - perhaps he would claim she had failed to deliver. But she hadn't. She had brought him a healthy son - one so like his father that it was astonishing. Ondine wondered if her little snowflake had the blue eyes of his father as well, and could only pray that he had no black eyes. She would love him regardless, she knew, but her black eye had caused her so much trouble and she did not want her son to go through it as well.

Her caring mate soon showed up, as if he had sensed that something was happening. How lucky she had been with Kjalarr by her side - how lucky she was with their darling son. She lifted her head weakly, bi-colored eyes looking at the bunch and then back to her mate. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, both of happiness and sadness. She softly gave both girls a lick over their heads as Kjalarr's words reached her very core. They would indeed not survive, and they were suffering. She pulled both girls closer and snuggled them against her chest. mommy loves you... she whispered to them sweetly before shoving them carefully toward Kjalarr.

Tears streamed down her face as the last touch between daughters and mother vanished - and she moved to look away and instead to her only son. He seemed so strong - a warrior, like his father perhaps. She ran her tongue over her child's head as it drunk her milk, trying not to think too much of her daughters that would never experience the joy of living.