Nova Peak III

Ayovi rounds her, tail a fiercer sway. A nose scents at the thinning fur, mouth dropping open into a beaming grin. Her exposed belly flowers, gently rising into the same rosy peaks that dot Ayovi’s own.
“Sister! You’re— you’re pregnant!”
But no, that wasn’t it. There is no swell to Nemage, no ancillary heartbeats along sister’s flattened flank.  Ayovi stops moving, dazed and surprised, but the message from the silent woman cannot be any more clear: she is devoting herself to Ayovi’s cubs.
The huntress blinks back a flurry of wavering emotions, shock and confusion and gratitude. She lowers her nose to plant soft licks along Nemage’s muzzle, leaking a grateful, excited cry.
The woman’s commitment to the unborn cubs proved something Ayovi was just beginning to understand: that extraordinary beings would come into her life in extraordinary ways.