Thunder Dome DO NOT come near me

Having just gone through her children's birth the week before, Meylodi was quite aware of birth-scent. One could say, hyper-aware. It flooded her nose, locked itself into her memory as one she would never forget. 

She heard a call, a tiny chorus of whimpers and yips, and came, poking her head into the nursery. Ya callin' fer me? her voice was quiet.