Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

Wildfire welcomed her mate's nearness as she settled beside the log's entryway and indulged the Feisripa's request. As the commander's timbre brushed her ears, the careworn mother rested her eyes. Although she stirred every few minutes as the contractions began to ramp up again, she managed to capture some semblance of rest as one day passed into another and the clouds slowly cleared from the post-midnight skies.

Her chestnut eyes popped open when a particularly brutal wave heralded the birth of a third puppy. "It's a boy," she murmured to her mate after reaching over to clean him, his pale coat seeming to glow in the dark. "Hey, look at this. Can you see it?" she questioned, glancing up to see if Thuringwethil could make out the small marking on his face.

She tucked him in beside his sisters, giving the squalling firstborn a few kisses to the crown to get her to settle. Soon the three were suckling quietly and Wildfire stole another moment to collect herself. She sensed that there would be at least one more push.

She was right. Only moments later, she arched her leg into the air a final time and brought forth a fourth babe, his dark anterior rivaling his eldest sister's and his paler underside matching the other girl's. Wildfire gave a great sigh, sensing that it was all over... or just beginning, depending on how you looked at it.

Hooray, it's a @Silkie and a @Tux! *claps*