Morningside Cuesta well we can't call it pup; it needs a name

@Grayday - set a few hours before this thread.

Sleep and silence and solitude — three of the things which Khoe had once neglected to understand the significance of were now all that she longed for. The small peeps and coos of the pups kneading at her side, their tiny paws against her skin; there was nothing that Khoe would have traded her chance at motherhood for, but even she had to admit that her hands were beyond full. Every once in a while, she would find herself able to doze off for a moment or two, but this was only until one of the girls decided that the only boy was taking up too much space, and pushed him off of his teat, leaving him shaken and crying out for help. 

Khoe sighed into the darkness of the early morning as she bent down and gently guided him back to her side. Eventually, she would have to clean them and make sure that they had each done their dooties duties (one of her less glamorous activites), but for now, she thought that she ought to call her mate for some quality alone time before things got too rowdy. She called for him in a set of low barks, so as to cause as little disturbance as she could. He was nearby (of course), so she trusted that he would hear and find his way to them.