Northstar Vale Their names are called, they raise a paw.

awareness is a brief thing, felt in the press of her womb-mate — a constant battle it felt for space in which ( the would be named ) towhee jr. fought valiantly and without relent for, even it it meant abusing her mother during those times.

she feels it again in the contractions, in the pressure as she is brought into the world; battlehungry. bloodied and covered in slick.

towhee jr. finds soothing in the cleaning, in nestling against towhee and sable, in the sweet mother's milk that fills her belly. and she drinks her fill until it, coupled with the exhaustion of being birthed and the enveloping warmth, lulls her to sleep.