Morningside Cuesta the british are coming! (they might be a while)

Khoe lifted her head and peered around her leg to shoot Grayday a short, yet non-threatening glare and a reassuring smile. I'm okay, she told him, though there was something in her voice which delivered a simple message; Shut up, Grayday. Krypton's voice chimed in from outside of the den at the same time Khoe began a low rumble with another contraction. Then, looking up to her with harder eyes than she'd given Grayday, Khoe hoped to give her a similar message; Shut up, Krypton. 

She wanted silence. She needed silence.

Khoe pushed for only a few seconds before the large, round bottom was out in the world. She gasped and with wide eyes looked from Grayday to Krypton, then back to Grayday, and finally back on the pup. She pushed once more, this time with much more force behind it. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, she whispered as the fully encased infant slid out and onto the ground. For a moment, she was in complete shock. Then, thankfully without much delay, her instincts kicked in and she stood up to free the babe from the birthing sac and the tiny umbilical cord wrapped around its — her! — hind legs.

And yet still, there was silence. 

Confused and beginning to worry (read: freak the fuck out), Khoe flipped the tiny girl onto her back and began to push her nuzzle into her chest, licking at her side all the while. It took a moment, but weak breaths quickly turned into wails and anxiety faded to bliss. Khoe picked up the girl and continued to lick her clean before placing at her side to have a much needed laugh. Tatti, she breathed, looking to Grayday and then back to Krypton, Looks like we have a trickster on our hands.