Lion Head Mesa She makes the sound

Toula held the news to her heart; after Tavina had shared the news late last evening, she had returned to her chambers to—
ah, Rashepses slept! and how sweet he looked in his slumber, how peaceful… she watched him for but a moment before slinking into their bed and weaseling her way beneath an arm that was always meant to be around her. his slow breaths, both the sound and the feeling of them, soothed her, and she was carried into her dreams.
and in those dreams came four new faces, that each thrilled to see her—one looked upon her with eyes she would know anywhere, and another with a grateful and familiar look in their own. the other two seemed altogether new—but they looked at her with that same love, and she looked upon them with the very same feeling. 
her eyes upon them, their eyes upon her—Toula’s then snapped open as she heard and felt the familiar silk of her husbands voice, the warm breath of it tickling the furs at her hip. 
she turned to look down to him, unable to withhold it for longer than she had! do not forget to greet your children, my love, and she takes a paw of his and places it then over her belly, where they grew!