Blackfeather Woods sinnasaik

She pulls strength from her sister’s touch and she wiggles her head a little, attempting to keep the contact a little longer. Her ear twitches upon her voice, and she whines when they separate. It dies softly in her throat but he doesn’t make any attempt to move as her sister does. She spends a little more time with the stillborn tucked safely against her. The child hadn’t known anything of this world, and did not suffer in his passing. Not all is lost, her eldest reminders, squeaking upon unlatching and noisily yawns.
 
“Will you bury him? They don’t need to know,” she asks, ears falling back against her head. Gingerly, she moves the little body toward Tahani.