Dragoncrest Cliffs make them crawl

the den filled with many scents and sounds: blood and the gentle murmuring of yura; salt, puppy breath, and soft mewling cries.

each of their efforts was rewarded when the first puppy latched to alien teat. sobeille held her breath, glancing to yura in apprehension. would it work? would it be enough?

only time would tell.

she collapsed alongside yura, their flanks touching as together, they watched sapphique's future nurse.