Blackfeather Woods the green mile

it was a small, dark thing that slid second onto the floor of the whelping den, all greased black of fur and sheathed by thin membrane. it remained still until relmyna's tongue breathed life into its diminutive rib-cage, and stirred with a tiny squall. 

soon the small thing was tenderly placed next to her sister; a bone white contrast that wrapped around her dark from like a plushy ouroboros. she stirred once against averna's flank before she drifted into a dreamless sleep, unaware of either relmyna or kove's presence.