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Two! There were two. Two perfect, beautiful little sons. The crimson Alphess beamed down at her boys with utmost love as they nestled close to one another - already bonded. Durnehviir's heart swelled larger than she thought it capable, her gentle eyes drifting between her yin-and-yang offspring as they quietly mewled before she wrapped herself around them to rest.

Exhaustion weighed her eyelids, and she managed to drift off for a few minutes before pain roused her from any possibility of slumber. She woke with a start, gaze fleeing to desperately look upon her brood and assure herself that they were still there while pain thrummed through her belly. The next pup was on its way and, straining herself bared her fangs and furrowed her brow as the urge to push overcame her once more.

Her third baby took its time, though she refused to give up despite her waning strength. This one was also a son and when he was clean and settled, Durnehviir drew her head back to look at him. She studied his pelt - hues similar to her own - and her heart leapt joyfully as she reached out again to caress his downy back with the tip of her snout. Nostrils flared, she breathed deep his warm puppy scent and grinned upon noticing her third-born's adorable little pink-splotched nose. Nudging him alongside her other little boys to feed, she mentally prepared herself for the contraction she knew would come, for she did not expect this child to be the last.