Greatwater Lake everything seems o[m]inous

Still open to Drusk! Wanted to get a reaction up from mom.

the newborns would be fascinating to any new mother with more than a single braincell, but to zharille she found them to be squirming masses she did not fully understand. they moved and rolled and made noise, all within her space. she was tired and sore, and parts of her ached deeply in ways she had never felt.

khaba came; she flashed her teeth. the mongrel appeared nearby next, and she rumbled a more distinct warning and instinctively moved to shelter those little masses, unsure why she should protect them, but intent to keep the den safe.

when the coyote vanished from sight and scent line, zharille calmed some. she sank back among the babies as they fed, sniffing some, licking others.

looming over each of them, she rumbled sounds that khaba might hear - and they might feel through the guttural vibration of her chest; names, for each of them. racharra, to the first, miho... liezal, and to the boy, drusssk. a dull, tired stare shifted from them to khaba.

she motioned to herself next, delirous; zharille. drawling her name, a late introduction of them all.