Wheeling Gull Isle leizashou

attn: @Caracal @Simeon @Malakai @Judah @Dinah <3 800 for yall!

the days wound together, blurred, brightened. each moment was measured in suckling children or cleaning their small bodies, in soiled furs her mate removed from the den under her direction to wash and drape them.
heda learned to sleep without sleeping, to wake at the tiniest shift or smallest breath. her exhaustion was great, for the birth had been hard and her litter large, but she was fiercely grateful for them all, and gave thanks to god each day for their continued health.
she lay near the demouth today, blocking it with the stripe of red hackles, and she was singing to them a hymn, her voice floating out upon the lavender-fragrant breeze in a high clear soprano.