Moonspear I can laugh at your jokes, convince you to take me home

taking it round by round, one child for each, so that both can absorb the birth process in full and know which have passed and which have lived. 

additional joiners will be permitted in the final thread when the surviving child arrives!

Her husband came in an instant, eyes nearly as wide as her own.

Then he asked of her want. But even she, in this moment, did not know what she wanted. Only these babes to be released from her womb, for they caused her so much pain.

Yes— A quick, unthought gasp. ... no—. Then she spat, unsure yet of which she wanted.

But before a decision could be made, a third yowl erupted, echoing through the lodge.

By her leg, she felt weight. A tiny lump had landed, encased in a heavy sack. One mostly consumed by blood. Still, unmoving, breathless. Turned to the grave before even a single minute of life could be achieved.

Unable to reach to look upon this child, to see whether it lived, her eyes turned to Chakliux with plea.