Redtail Rise third,

The grunting of the second born caused New Snow to gather they had not latched, too tired to have felt the lack of his mouth where it needed to be. She rose to nudge him nearer, and guide him to where he needed to go—and just as she pushed him toward the teat, the same pains tore through her body. New Snow froze, uncertain for only the span of a long five minutes. For when the next contraction came, the mother knew as all would that these pains were not new but familiar. 

But they would last a good stretch of the day. New Snow barked to Mountain Boulder, a demand to hold off—another would join them this day! And the one that took the longest was also the largest of them at birth. Expelling them was uncomfortable, and exhausting, but as New Snow looked upon the bloodied cub and tore them free from the sac all of those things faded to nothing as they always did when she looked upon the work of herself and her man. 

Her tongue lapped over @Tuesday Afternoon and cleansed him of blood and birthwater, and tiredly, she drew him toward his siblings and a teat as well. More tired than she had ever been, New Snow weakly set her head down after observing each suckled or slept, and called Mountain Boulder to look upon the three cubs she had bore this year. She was not yet ready for more company than him, though maybe after a nap...