Hushed Willows these are the days of our lives

She couldn't have asked for better companions during her labor. Sooner or later, probably, @Seabreeze came around as well, and the scene became even more wonderful. Before she could rest on her laurels, more contractions came, insistent. There were more. Lily didn't quite know what to think.

But with a little help from all her friends, she finally birthed the last of her litter, a slender dark boy she knew instinctively was her Cam. He was quieter than the others, allowing her ministrations with hardly a peep—in horror, at first, she had thought him dead.

At some point, the trio of babes were at her belly, the placenta had been birthed, and the chamomile was in full force. Her eyes narrowed to contented slits, Lily lay back, head cradled near where Khali was. She stared intermittently between the wolves gathered, lost for words. Pretty soon, the pups had taken their fill and were fast asleep.

Your babes will die. He hadn't said all of them, though.

She would mourn her two lost little ones when she had been given the chance to sleep and think on it. Her heart could only handle so much at a time, and right now, all its energy was focused on Lana, Ziggy, and Cam. She was dirty, smelly, and utterly exhausted—and happier than she had ever been.