Dragoncrest Cliffs belly drum

Progress! Can be a RO / cameo thread.

a week had passed. the nearly constant feed of the two girls upon the seal, with its rich milk, ensured survival at the expense of some weakness—for while fat was necessary to a growing body so was the protection of colostrum, the benefit of nutrients found typically with the mother. these children received some, but not all that they required. processing that much fat proved difficult on this girl's under-developed and thusly sensitive system, so that she required constant watching to keep her clean.

@Sobeille had made the effort to get that seal, and it paid off. the little girl was not as ambulatory as one might expect a week-old child to be, but given that she hadn't been intending to grace the world for at least a fortnight, concessions could be made. burrowed next to @Panik, Runa wanted for nothing.

can be cameo!

It was always the smell that hit her first. Beneath the obvious stench of fish and seal, there wafted the nose-crinkling aroma that was Sapphique's newest additions. She had pointedly ignored the grisly sight that had been their mother; it had almost been enough to put her off the job altogether and yet Sobeille had swept them under her wing. By extension, Yura felt obligated to care for them too.

She approached the entrance now with a bundle of dripping moss clutched delicately between her teeth (she did not fancy another mouthful of diarrhoea), stooping low to peer into the darkness where two, tiny black blobs lay nestled. They were asleep by the looks of it, thank the spirits! 

Though her ears remained alert for their cries, Yura swerved in the direction of the seal's lair to bring their wetnurse a drink instead.

can also be a single post if this was intended as a milestone RO <3

something about this entire situation vexed sobeille.

how had the mother found herself in this situation? and what of the male whose scent faded on the ridge?

unfortunately — or fortunately for the male — sapphique’s bloodhound had been too preoccupied of late to do much sleuthing. the work was tiring besides, and despite packing salves on her fresh wounds, sobeille found her energy waning.

she was sick, yet refused to acknowledge the infection stirring under her blood.

yura’s shadow graced the den, something round held in her mouth. sobeille’s tail stirred in a soft thump as she rose gingerly, stepping over panik and runa to sit by her friend’s flank. she had yet to see the seal drink, though it ate fish warily — more than once she fancied observing an intelligent kinship gleaming in those round, unfathomable eyes.

but she worried, too — for the babes’ digestive systems seemed volatile and unhappy. no tincture she knew of addressed it, and most weren’t safe for nursing infants anyway.

bowed by exhaustion, sobeille watched as yura tended to their odd wet nurse, feeling a stirring in her gut she could not place.

One more reply just so she doesn't drop.

It would be some time before either child's eyes opened, or ears unfurled.

To those that saw the scene from afar, be they beasts of the sea or the air, they saw wolves awaiting the death of a mother seal and her pups. Perhaps they wondered why the wolves would be so patient? More than likely they held no thoughts at all, and merely observed, waiting to pick clean whatever might remain.

Tusakruna remained oblivious to all of it—her belly was all she felt, as she rolled one way or another.