Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Much was happening. 
Nyra watched idly as more appeared, and some left. Whrist, Leigh, Derg following Leigh...
The Overseer continued to guard, until she smelled blood. A lot of blood.
With a whirl, Nyra looked with wide eyes into the den. A fourth had been born, but it seems the runt did not make it. And Simmik, from what Nyra could tell, was now passed out. She only heard the whines of three pups. 
Three was good. Three meant more numbers later on.
Slowly, Nyra approached and made her presence known. 
"Is she alright?" Her voice carried, yet it was gentled with concern. 

The newborn children would not survive if Simmik died. Not while the other mothers-to-be were still pregnant and not nursing.