Redhawk Caldera and a happy new year [birth]

Towhee slept through it. She was asleep when the labor began; snoozin' as she tumbled down the birth canal; slumbering peacefully even as her mother died. Without being aware of it, she jammed a tiny forepaw into her toothless mouth and sucked. She slept right through it when other wolves began to gather in the den.

She was still catching zees when her rear end exploded, tarry black meconium spurting all over the place. Towhee sighed and squeaked through the bowel movement and guess what: she kept on dozin', a little smile on her sleepy face.