Ravensblood Forest Nature

Private, only @Avery Cruor, @Aspara, @Vale, and Violante II may post. Set in the evening, thick fog.

She had gone into labor early in the morning, in a separate birthing den she'd dug herself, still close to the caverns. This was something she felt she needed to do alone - she had sent even Noir away. She'd also refused Lorelai's help, insisting that she had her own litter to attend to. So, when the birthing truly began, she was secluded. A thick, heavy mist had settled in the forest, and it seemed to muffle the sounds around her.

Violante birthed four whelps, two males and two females. Her lastborn was dead, for some reason or another, but she didn't let herself linger on it; there was no point in mourning what had never truly lived. She had three living pups to attend to; the Vicera cleaned them, then brought them to her breast. "You are the future of this pack," she murmured fondly, turning black eyes upon each of her children in turn. Once they were settled, she would give a call for her mate, alerting him that she had finally given birth.