Redhawk Caldera [m] worth it

I'm going to do this thread in rounds, woo! No worries if you can't post each round, and each round will last a few days. I'll tag others as they're welcome and/or born. ;)
Clarification: Rounds will be *at most* a few days. If everybody posts, I'll go ahead and start the next round.

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The afternoon sun was beating down on the world below when Fox realized something was... amiss. Her stomach grumbled, but not in the way that signaled hunger or thirst. At first, it was a simple nudge, and Fox didn't think too much of it. Probably just another symptom of the pregnancy. But when the gentle nudged turned into downright insistent twisting in her gut, Fox knew that something bigger was happening. “You ready, kids?” she asked her belly, making her way to the den where she and Peregrine had been planning for so long to have their kidlets come into the world and grow.

They responded by moving more violently, and Fox winced. “Impatient little fuckers!” she cursed, nipping at her stomach. No sooner had she done so did she start panting heavily, sprawling on the den floor and likely looking like a crazy whale. Where was @Peregrine?! A whine passed through her lips as she lay there, the beginning stages of labor starting to take their toll. "This had better fucking be worth it," she thought sourly.

The expectant father wasn't far. He had left earlier to do a short patrol and was on his way back to the den now. He stopped to take a leak, hiking a black leg against an unsuspecting tree. He was just finishing off the final wiggle and shake when his intuition inexplicably tingled. His head arched, neck ramrod stiff and straight as he stared with sudden intensity at the den in the distance. Without a sound, he broke into a sprint, arriving just in time to hear Fox's muttered, "Impatient little fuckers!"

He froze like a deer in headlights when he reached the den's mouth and saw his mate sprawled on the floor, looking worse for wear. "It's happening!" he shrieked girlishly, then took a breath and added, "It's happening, right?" He had never witnessed a birth before. All the females in his life had done so in private. Even Hawkeye had stolen away, unwilling to share the moment with him. He wanted to be present, if Fox permitted it.

But he wasn't sure. Some laboring she-wolves needed their space. "Can I come in?" he asked tentatively, nose wiggling. He half-expected for her to curse at him and tell him to get lost until this was all over, in which case he would stand post outside. Still, his jade eyes shone with hope as he stared with expectant wonder at his wife's crotch.

Fox's sides heaved, giving her the appearance of some crazy breathing apparatus. She felt hot and cold all at the same time, and her paws were sweating. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth in a perfectly unwomanly fashion. The darkness of the den was her only savior at that point, but when Peregrine's voice filtered through from outside, she made a noise that was somewhere between a whine and a growl. She wanted him in here, but at the same time, she didn't want him in here. The laboring (lol) wolf picked herself up and made a circle, only to go back to laying down again. Nothing was comfortable.

“This fucki—” she cut off, sucking in a breath of air when the muscles in her abdomen decided to spasm again. Her breath grew hotter, faster, and she tried to think happy thoughts. (She failed.) Hopefully Perry would understand that she really wasn't up to answering her questions. He could make the call for whatever was best, and then she could yell at him for doing the wrong thing. That sounded about right.

Another rush of pain and twisting went through her, and Fox grunted, gritting her teeth instead of cursing this time. If she thought that was the worst, she was far from correct. Fox whimpered as another spasm coursed through her body... but this time, she immediately knew. One little @Derp had come out to greet the world, and Fox instinctively cleaned the birth transportation unit off his body. He was a light creamy tan color, and she nosed him. He squeaked, and she smiled.

Of course, this was far from over.

Fox didn't seem capable of answering. She neither invited him inside, nor asked him to leave. She circled restlessly. Peregrine plopped down in the doorway. He wanted to move forward and comfort her but his instincts told him to let her alone. He was here, at least. He would get to witness the birth of his children. The Alpha male's breath hitched in his throat as that realization truly dawned on him. It was happening right now.

The Alpha male bit his lip as he watched Fox struggle. It was difficult for him to witness this part. He didn't want to agitate her further by talking, so he coached her inwardly. You can do this, firecrotch! Push those babies out yo vag! He smiled crookedly, though this expression became a look of concern when his mate whimpered. He swore he saw the contraction ripple through her abdomen.

And then... their firstborn plopped into the world with an unceremonious squelch. Peregrine twitched, steeling himself. He stayed put, letting the mother clean the newborn. It was a boy, he saw, his fur a lovely cream color. When he squeaked and Fox smiled in response, Peregrine's heart grew three sizes. He dared to move forward just long enough to plant a kiss on mama's and baby's heads before retreating back to the doorway to watch the rest of the show.

The little derp derped into the world in a completely derpy way. He didn't really have a sense of good or bad or anything, really. His little brain was barely functioning when he unceremoniously fell out of his mother's body with a sickening suck and plop. It wasn't "beautiful" on any level. When the birth transportation unit was cleaned away, he squeaked and immediately began searching for food. Food food food food food. Derp wanted food, and he wanted it now. With nobody to fight him for it, he found a teat and began to suckle with reckless abandon.

The little creamy derp went right for her teat, and her eyes widened at the sensation. It was... well, interesting. Extremely comforting, to say the least, and it helped to calm her nerves for a few heartbeats. She was still panting, of course, when the next wave coursed through her. This one was more intense, and she winced at the pain. It repeated three, maybe four times before another body wiggled its way into the world. Fox cleaned it, eating away the birth sac (and wondering if Perry was going to make a comment about that later) until she revealed a mottled brown and black pup, bigger—much bigger—than his brother. This "little" dude would, of course, eventually be known as @Nightjar.

Mere moments after she'd eaten his birth sac did another spasm course through her. And out popped another one. Their first daughter. And she resembled Fox in her coat color. As a few of you sneaky sneakers already know, this little girl will eventually be known as @Wildfire. Just as with the other two, Fox cleaned her, then nudged her toward where she had directed the other two. For now, it seemed, her body was giving her a breather.

In the womb, Nightjar was capable of nothing. His brain was a dead thing, his body moved only by instinct and stimulation. His awareness of his siblings was nonexistent, even if one reached out with their prenatal paws and punched him in the face. He lacked the capacity to understand it as a reflex, or to realize there were others there with him. In fact, he was about as brain-dead as a vegetable.

Post-birth, nothing much changed. He fell the several inches to earth and hit it with a sick squelch without ever realizing anything was different. He was unable to breathe, but that was nothing new, because he wasn't breathing in the womb either. Only when a blast of extremely cold air hit his face did the child open his mouth and squeal, even though he wasn't even capable of feeling offence at the world's cruel debut. Hell, he still didn't really notice that he wasn't in the womb anymore.

His barely churning mind had only one blank thought rolling through it, one he was scarcely aware of, but his body knew. He was nudged toward the stomach and a beige sibling, not that he knew anything of it or felt any connection whatsoever. When his mouth found Fox's teat, the first spark in his brain went off, but it was brief; a flare of knowledge that this was what that one thought was about, and then a return to his instinctual unawareness as he sucked greedily without even knowing he was supposed to.

Unlike her brothers before her, Wildfire came into the world butt first. Fortunately for herself and her mother, she was small and arrived without complication despite the breach birth. She struck cold earth and twitched in her homegrown sandwich bag, though Fox quickly removed it and otherwise cleaned the red and black whelp. As her mother's tongue passed over her body, Wildfire drew in her first breath, then let out an earsplitting squall. Simultaneously, she swiped a teeny forepaw, which struck Fox's muzzle with a harmless whap!

The Alpha pair's only daughter continued screaming, kicking and fussing until her mother lifted her and placed her beside her litter mates. Even then, Wildfire gave a shriek that would make a banshee proud. Someone (we'll say Derp) then jostled against her, suddenly shoving her forward and forcing her wrinkled little bitch face to mash into her mother's soft belly. A nipple was forced rudely into her mouth. Wildfire screamed around the offending teat, only to quiet immediately when rich, warm milk began flowing into her mouth.

Although his muscles were twitching with anticipation, Peregrine forced himself onto his belly, his forelegs stretched out before him and nearly touching Fox as she simultaneously nursed their son and continued to labor. His gaze continuously shifted between her strained expression and the pup's placid pug face. He smiled at them both, feeling a whole hell of a lot of love, and held his breath for what came next.

Suddenly, the family of three grew by two. Fox pushed out a large motley pup followed quickly after by a smaller, reddish one. Peregrine craned his neck, watching as his mate tended to them expertly. He saw that the larger one was another boy, the littler one a girl. She looked just like her mother, though her tail was black. Like me, he thought. Anyone standing outside the den would see his tail thumping the ground.

Once dried, their second-born son revealed a mottled coat of reds, browns, blacks and whites. Nightjar! Peregrine thought. He didn't mention it out loud. Fox was far too busy to discuss names at the moment. That could definitely wait until later. But seeing as they had three, Peregrine already let himself think of the boy by that name. Nightjar, he mentally repeated, his eyes doughy for a moment before they flew wide at his sister's loud blats. Soon enough, though, she settled and he watched all three of them suckle peacefully.

After a long moment, his eyes then drifted up to Fox's face. "Is it over...?" he dared whisper very quietly, wanting badly to lean forward and lick her face, tell he he was proud of her and that he loved her so fucking much it was retarded.

Fox realised, with some amusement, that the Alphas of the caldera were outnumbered by their children. Thankfully, they had a great Beta pair and several close friends (along with a few not-so-close family members) who would help to raise them. They wouldn't be doing this all alone, that much was certain. With the three of them chugging away at her milk duds, Fox looked to Peregrine, remembering he was there (oops) for the first time since he'd arrived. He asked if it was over, and two beats later, her body was shuddering again. She shook her head and gritted her teeth. “Got nine more, remember?” she said, albeit weakly. Of course, she didn't actually expect nine more. If that was the case, then she decided right then that she would just close off her vag and keep them in there until she was ready for another round.

As if her body heard what she'd said, another convulsion rippled through her abdomen, and out came their final child of the year, black as a @Raven. Fox repeated the process of cleaning the homegrown sandwich bag from her face, assured that the girl was breathing, and nudged her toward where the other three were latched on for dear life. With the pups suckling, and with her body spent, it was all Fox could do to keep her eyes open for a few minutes longer. She was so ready to pass the fuck out.

For a time, there had been a grey, swirling vastness, where time ceased to exist, where one could soar with the comets, hug the planets, and float carelessly on purple clouds of stardust and see, know, feel all. There was comfort in the pure and sublime nothingness that surrounded him, and he simply existed, his spirit a part of the fabric of the universe itself. Thoughts of the family he had left behind flashed but briefly through the nebulous clouds of his scattered consciousness -- or what was left of it after his soul escaped the confines of his earthly body -- yet they were never forgotten, ephemeral and infinitesimal as they were now.

And then somehow, there was a sense of gathering, movement, as if all the pieces of him were being drawn from the corners of the universe, condensed and spun into yet another fleeting glimmer of life. Sucked into some vast vortex, he felt himself being spun faster and faster as he was pulled downward...downward...


...and hit the ground with a soft, moist thud. The tiniest whimper of protest escaped her lips as the girl-child was jarred awake by the hard impact with the den floor. Chilly air clawed at her as sweeping motions of something warm and soft cleared away the gunk that was stuck to her charcoal fuzz. There was no comprehension or emotion yet, only physical needs and primitive reflexes. The first of those was hunger, and it came alive at the touch of her mother's tongue. Aside from that first whine, the black child was otherwise silent, even when her mother pushed her roughly into place at her belly. Warmth surrounded her as her face pressed into a wall of softness; almost involuntarily, her mouth found a teat and she settled down to suckle.

His mate had the grit to make a quip in response and Peregrine took this as a sign that the labor had come to an end. Slowly, he moved forward and tenderly nuzzled Fox's warm temple. "You did awe—" he began to say when her features clenched and her body squeezed out a fourth and final puppy. Peregrine took a step backward as Fox bent down to clean and dry the little black cub, another daughter.

When the exhausted new mother collapsed to the floor, he swept to her side, then lowered himself beside Fox and the newborns. "You did awesome, mama," he finished his earlier sentence, gently licking her face. "Do you need anything? Food? Water?" He would be happy to do anything she asked of him.

It seemed she was quite ready to get some sleep, so the Alpha male placed a soft kiss upon her crown. "I'll keep an eye on them," he said quietly, letting her know she could rest without worry. Truthfully, he wouldn't be able to close his eyes even if he wanted. He was enchanted with his four new offspring.

Two boys and two girls, he mused. I'm a father of eight, he thought, which made him feel vaguely strange for a moment. Then the feeling passed and he lowered his muzzle to snuggle the nearest pup: Mo's itty bitty throwback. I wonder what we'll name you, he thought, which made his attention turn to the litter's largest. And you are Nightjar, no doubt about it. Of course, as soon as Fox was up for that conversation, he would pass that by her.

After gazing at his sons a while, his attention shifted to the two baby girls. You remind me of Ty and Junior, he added, gazing fondly at the tiny inkblot. Maybe you'll be Attica. Beside her, Fox's lookalike twitched as she nursed. His eye was once more drawn to her black tail. She looked like her mother, yet she had a streak of Peregrine in her too. He smirked, bending down to lick the top of her head.

I hope it's cool to post randomly with this goober so I can get three posts. :D

With rich, delicious sustenance flowing directly into her mouth and warm bodies pressed near on all sides, Wildfire wanted for nothing. She occasionally kneaded her mother's belly, though otherwise she lay motionless as she nursed. She began to drift, her suckling slowing and then stopping.

Before she could even unlatch, something hot, heavy and wet touched her head. The reddish brown pup gave a startled jerk, spat out the teat and unleashed a disgruntled cry. She rolled onto her side and began to kick her limbs in protest. The predecessor of a snarl bubbled out of her little throat, sounding as harmless as the buzz of a fly.

I don't plan on posting with Fox again (sleepy mommy), so consider this a free for all so y'all can get your three posts in if you'd like. :)

The derpy pup was only vaguely aware of the lumps of warmth around him. Mostly, he drank. Being the smallest of the litter (some might say the runt), he struggled when his other siblings were pushed beside him. Soon, one shoved him out of the way, taking his beloved food source away from him.

Instead of squawking like the others might have, the derp stayed silent. He wasn't particularly satisfied with the situation, but his little derpy brain didn't do anything about it. Nor did his instincts. Instead, he began to crawl over on of his siblings, smooshing his tiny baby paws into their flesh. They probably wouldn't notice, given that they were preoccupied with eating, squeaking, and fighting over the best spot.

Soon another form joined them, and Nightjar welcomed it with all the enthusiasm of a brick wall. If he noticed the way his siblings jostled and shoved around him, he didn't give any sign. Instead he remained where he was, latched greedily onto his mother's teat and, being somewhat large, basically unshakeable.

At some point he probably kicked out with his legs, and his awareness briefly recognized a solid resistance as he struck someone, but because he couldn't even think about it, his guilt was nonexistent and he went right on suckling.

Once in place, teat solidly secured in her tiny, toothless jaws, the little charcoal smudge of a cub would not be dislodged no matter how roughly jostled around she might be. At one point, a tiny leg kicked her; she had no comprehension of what it was, or that her assailant was none other than her own brother (surely the first of many attacks to come), only that something bumped her and, briefly distressing as it was, it wasn't enough to break her away from her mother's breast and the sweet life-force that flowed from it. So, quietly, she continued to suckle as the warm, soft fuzz of sleep began to brush the edges of her feeble consciousness.

I'll post again with Perry to wrap things up when everyone else is done posting. :D <3

While Nightjar was busy kicking Raven (however accidentally), a roaming Derp crawled right over Wildfire. Her baby buzzsaw of a growl escalated into an indignant squeal, only to cut off abruptly when she realized she was receiving a free massage. Her litter mate's paws kneaded her side for a moment longer before slipping away and vanishing. Wildfire grunted questioningly. When the kneader didn't return, she began whimpering, the sound quickly growing in pitch...

That warm, wet thing swiped over her again. It didn't startle her this time, so she did not complain. She gave a happy peep. Her forelegs jerked awkwardly as if making a grab for Peregrine's tongue. These twitches and jerks were involuntary, the very same movements she'd made in the womb. Now there was so much more space to stretch her legs. It was a strange sensation, not that Wildfire thought too hard about it. The motions slowed, then ceased altogether, as she tumbled unwittingly into sleep.

Last one for this derp!

After managing to expend all most all of his energy, the little derp was finally guided to what he had lost. A sweet, warm flow of milk shot down his gullet, and he was content to guzzle down as much as his body (and family) would allow. When the wolfpupy finally, slowly, slipped away from his consciousness, a dribble of milk leaked out the corner of his mouth, which was still suctioned to his mother's teat. There was no way he was going to detach just because he was sleeping.

He flailed his limbs once, twice more before the milk he was consuming began to make his belly feel round and full. For now, instinct pushed his head back and Fox's teat came free with a strange popping sound. His weak neck then gave in to the weight of his skull and Nightjar's head lolled onto the dirt floor, with that same teat nestled right between his flappy little ears. Before he even had time to be consciously aware of his state, the boy drifted off into a turbulent sleep full of twitching and softly whistled whimpers.

Last one from me! Gotta get #3 in here. :)

The little blackbird suckled greedily, unaware of anything else that went on around her save for the occasional jostling of one of her siblings beside her. After a while, sleepiness swept over her like a soft, warm blanket. Pressed against her mother's warm side, her belly full to bulging with sweet milk, the charcoal girl slowly drifted off into the swirling shadows and vague, shifting starlight of her dreams.

The pups dropped off one by one, joining their mother in sweet slumber. Peregrine wished he had some way to take a snapshot of this moment, with Fox curled around their four newborns, all five of them snoring away peacefully. Since he didn't, he stared a long time, committing the picture to memory.

At length, he moved from a position opposite Fox and stepped over her to lower himself behind her, the big spoon to her little spoon. Peregrine had no intention of sleeping, though. He didn't dare shut his eyes for longer than a blink. Settling his chin on his petite mate's shoulder, he just gazed at their four children.

Welcome to the world, kiddos! We've wanted you for so long. We already love the shit out of you, Peregrine thought, not for one second doubting that his mate, though exhausted, felt the exact same way toward the pups they'd dreamed of together for so long, the fruit of their hearts, loins and the caldera itself.