Boartusk Heights Sky on fire

cameo!

Paloma's nose wrinkled to the stretch of childbirth, ears turned back to the mothers cries and pup's high-pitched squeals. Yet, the smell of blood had drawn her near. Licking her maw, she watches at some distance. The father there, herbs at the ready. Paloma turned to leave before the next child arrived, making her way to inform @Reyna of the news.