Redtail Rise milkmaiden

Her mate brought her food, and often. Sunday Morning lay with her belly exposed to her suckling cubs as she gnawed away at pieces of tender, fresh meat from a recent hunt. As she ate, her gaze fell to the two young ones. Her children. Both were strong, hungry things. And both had her heart. She let them suckle in peace for now while she ate, but her eyes did not fall away from them even once.

In these early days, Sunday Morning was content to lay with them. Rest with them. Truth be told, she still felt exhaustion from their delivery. It had not been an easy labor. But it had brought to her two of the most wonderful things. Sunday would have changed nothing, for this end.