Ankyra Sound stars are born in litters

Lilitu hadn't left Sapphique often since the bear attack, but she took the opportunity to survey the surrounding areas today, the weather warming up considerably. Hell, there were even some early flowers popping up; spring was well on its way.

And nothing said spring like babies. Chacal's had come, and—

Well, speaking of. The pungent smell of childbirth cut even through the salt-and-rot odor of the shore. Her brows drawn together, Lilitu followed it, padding softly through the forest.

Hello? she called out gently, head cocked. There were some rocks nearby and she thought that was where the smell was coming from. . .but she couldn't see anything or anyone.