Moonspear our love belongs to the earth, our hearts to the stars

When she finally stopped shifting around between the litter and herself, the lull in it all let her realize the truest depths of her fatigue. Even it, painfully fresh like this, was some measure of relief though. Exhaustion such as this one may have came at a price, although was all for a good enough reason, if any—one worthwhile.. and one that she was infinitely glad to be through with once again.

Hearing Charon's chuff, she raised her hackles well before her head. An instinctive spark helped as she flashed a look to the squirming bodies lined at her belly where they remained as she had left them. Of those wandering this great wide earth, Charon was the one and only who had the rightful place beside her; his investment in her, and by extension, them, had left no room for doubt yet again. The matriarch was still wary.. as any creature ought to be lording over young so small, so her acceptance was slow to come, even slower to make its way to his ear.

After long pause and tired sigh, she chuffed back over her shoulder; he could come in, and he could see. It was best that he take them in for himself.. even if they were not much to see yet, besides squirmy, vaguely-wolf shaped droplets. Nevertheless, they were the fruits of their efforts and the outcome of the last two moons of work, among so many other things.

Other years she might have risen to meet him, or moved aside better than this, but she didn't have the energy to at present and neither did she seek to disturb the whole litter, or herself, so soon. Plus, she trusted he could make do.. and would understand why as well as he was able. She looked carefully upon the pups again, and listened for his inevitable approach with her ears turned back. Still, she was quiet, but this was rarely a bad thing for the dark mother.