Nova Peak my arms are open

Maybe a cameo, feel free to skip unless addressed!

There was a commotion.

The pregnant Waterstone cried out, and so Moon Runner was drawn to her wails.

Her dark mate was coiled ‘round like bittersweet while Cloud Dancer fret.

Moon Runner had been elder sister to her mother’s third litter. Childbirth was, perhaps, the most courageous and harrowing thing known to nature. And it was lonely – Waterstone must cross this Rubicon on her own four, metaphorical, paws.

Soon, it would be Cloud Dancer's turn as well.

Moon Runner hung back in the foliage. Her head lowered, amber-gold eyes afixed upon Waterstone.

Have strength, her spirit said.