The Night Mother's Children (BIRTHING THREAD)

note to self: post made by previous player

Sorry for the late reply. Stuck in bed with flu. T_T

Cicero speaks!

Although the young wolf was both deaf and blind, he
still managed to sense the presence of another creature
entering the warm den. With sealed ears at this young
age, he was incapable of making out the words spoken, but the rumblings of voices caught his attention and snapped him out of his mutinous mood. A quizzical squeak left his throat as the patchwork child craned his neck in an attempt to point his stubby muzzle towards the newcomer.

Squirming, the unnamed child began to squirm away from his mother and towards this strange, rumbling voice. His hunger was forgotten, despite only being half-sated, in the face of curiosity. And his siblings were resting peacefully now; no longer bothering him.