The Night Mother's Children (BIRTHING THREAD)

She was about to drift into milky unconsciousness when another presence, a strange but familiar smell drifted into the cave that was her home. There were soft rumblings from the warm, large body she was pressed against, the mother and food source, and other from farther away. She turned towards the noise, squeaking in a vague attempt to ask who he was. Your father... A voice whispered in her head. Before she could comprehend what it was or what it said, it faded away, not to return, at least for now.