Redtail Rise XX

Her labor had not been an easy one. She was recovering, though more tired than she was used to. She slept contentedly in knowing her man was nearby, and that her cubs as of yet could not get very far without her knowing. But up until now, her slumber had not been very deep; she was easy to wake, and so her rest was not what it ought to be. 

It caught up to her the previous evening. Sunday Morning slept so deeply not even the sound of her own soft snore startled her. Sunday slept and slept and slept. It was only the new noise of her daughter (as good as a cry to the new mother) that caused her to rouse… no, not only, a true cry came them from her son—her head flew upward and she blinked several times. Disgruntled, Sunday Morning sought the girl who was not presently latched to her side as Thursday Evening was. 

But she had not made it very far. Sunday found her having squirmed only but a few even inches away. Other sounds; the beat of her mates tail, and the feral sounds that they two spoke to one another, the language of their kind. Looking to Thursday Evening, seeing him alright (and sniffing him several times for good measure to be certain), she settled. 

Sunday Morning crooned her understanding; someday, Thursdays Dawn would understand, too. Sunday Morning would let her squirm a little further forward so that he could see her small, beautiful little face that endeared the she-wolf to their cubs at once. But then she would gently reach to pull her daughter toward her side, to accompany her larger brother. 

It was at that moment that Sunday Morning saw something different. With her sons face pressed against her stomach, she had not seen it upon him, but she gently nosed him then. Yes, him too; four soft blue eyes. Sunday Morning’s own tail beat against the earth as she gently cleansed their faces to remove any of the residue there. 

And then she shared the wondrous news with a happy whine to her mate, and a soft series of barks. Even if Thursday Evening did not know it yet, he would come to see someday (perhaps once his vision cleared) that this was a good thing.