Nova Peak my arms are open

The mother’s breathing is quick; a pain which endures up Elowen’s muzzle and fuses with the glisten of strenuous labor in her eye. Ayovi is all but still while her mind hums those same doubts— is there more to be done?
But then it happens; a little wet bundle glides from his mother out onto the furs and Ayovi can do nothing more than look on in glistening awe as deep rooted instinct drives the mother to clear them from the slick encasing.
A boy; a gorgeous, tawny-pelted boy just like his mother. Furious coos invade the den as Elowen’s body contorts with another pang.
“Again, Elowen,” Ayovi urges, this time with a broad-toothed smile.
It is time for more of Lorca’s cubs to find their way into the world.