Stavanger Bay Life happened.

Verrine arrived not long after the last pup had graced them with their presence. At least, Julooke was pretty sure there would be no more. The contractions had subsided, giving her a good indication that they had been blessed with no more than four beautiful, healthy puppies. Julooke would have been ecstatic with just one puppy; the fact she and Verrine had four was simply off the charts for her. Her tail wagged briefly upon her mate coming in; she didn't want to send too much dust into the air, knowing it would not be good for the newborn pups to inhale. She smiled, stretching her neck out to nuzzle him. I love you, too, Verrine, she responded softly. Do you want to announce it to the rest of the pack? she asked, figuring he would like to be the one to tell everyone that their new pack mates had arrived, finally.

The pups whimpered here and there, and Julooke was diligent in bathing and licking them to hopefully provide some comfort to them. Her motherly instincts were kicking in quite well, and she was already doting on them. They had her wrapped around their paws already, and they didn't even know it.