The Sunspire Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again (Birthing Thread)

The young pup began to doze, the faint words overhead went ignored, becoming something like background noise as the small female nestled herself against the warm and soft fur of her matron. The murmuring voice, unfamiliar and harsh to the child continued unabated as she began the slow drift into sleep.

It seemed a simply enough existence, eat, throw up, sleep.