Arrow Lake a scorching desert, a shining, gleaming spiral with no beginning and no end [ birth ]

thank you — she hesitates, as if there's more that she wants to say, as if her tired 'thank you' doesn't convey all the things she feels. perhaps it doesn't. but it is the best she can muster at the moment, exhausted from labor and drained from the emotional turmoil she'd just went through. blodreina draws in a small breath and in a rare moment ( that are becoming increasingly less rare ) blodreina feels a swell of affection for ingram and draws nearer to — if he allows it — place a small, almost timid kiss on his muzzle. wondering if it'd been too bold of a move and because she was honestly tired — the contractions hadn't allowed her much, if any sleep — she shifts slightly, settling her head upon her paws and closes her eyes to drift off to sleep. content to feel praimfaya against her side and know that ingram will keep them safe while they sleep.