Moonspear after life

Elentari was patient while Sialuk's labor lasted. So far she had blessed them with not one, but two healthy children. It seemed to have come to a lull, or rather, a stop. But labor was not always predictable.

Some time after the arrival of the latest child, the Archer had slipped gently inside the ulaq, welcome as women were. Watching over the newborns, tending to them when needed and keeping them warm. They were amazing, beautiful little spuds. She loved them already.

She was surprised but delighted when Sialuk's labor started again. Vigilant and encouraging, she coaxed her through this last delivery of the final and third pup. And when it was over, with the trio at her belly and suckling, Elentari wondered, if she had any of her own this year, if it would be a single child, or multiple, like Sialuk's.

That didn't matter now. Excited and even tired from all the anticipation, she curled herself close against the curve of Sialuk's spine, kissing her ear. "They are all so strong and beautiful. Like you."