Heron Lake Plateau thanks, I hate it

attn: @Towhee

He felt exhausted, but he couldn't bring himself to sleep. Camilla was asleep, or at least she appeared to be, and the two small struggling pups beside her were still breathing. He kept a vigilant watch on them, paranoid every few seconds that one (or both) of them had stopped breathing. Phox hadn't paid any attention to the two lifeless forms that lay nearby. He had forgotten all about them once the two lively ones had been born.

They were so small. Smaller than he had expected. Maybe too small. Each shuddering breath seemed like it could be their last. Often times, he thought it would be their last. But their tiny bodies kept rising and falling. Air in, air out.