The Night Mother's Children (BIRTHING THREAD)

Keith can enter after you post with Damien

With the dead pups properly disposed of, the priestess turned to look at the living ones she had born. Already, it was clear to see their personalities, even if they were blind and deaf. The largest and firstborn, the black male had indignantly crawled over his siblings in an attempt to push them away from his teat. She watched the movements of her strongest with some kind of maternal pride, but after a while, she lightly picked up the squirming bundle and put him back on her teat where he would nurse in peace.

The priestess closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of the den and the milky scent that smothered the scent of blood that previously engulfed the den. By now the others must have known that her pups had been born and she was resting contently, and they would come to greet the pups, though she would probably warn them away, except for one. One wolf whose reaction she was very curious to see.