Morningside Cuesta and maybe i talk too much but there's so much to say

I won't beg you.

I could use the help, she sighed. One meant a gift, two meant a blessing, and three meant stress eating. Khoe thought about how she never gave her mother enough credit for the back to back litters she raised. There was never a quiet moment in the whelping dens scattered throughout their corner; compared to the way she and her sisters acted, this felt like a breeze. 

She continued licking blindly at Mirza's tiny body, her gaze focused on her son and nothing but.