Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

"Yes," she breathed against a silken black cheek, though she didn't get to enjoy her lover's touch for long. With a quiet hiss, she drew back into the log, turning her attention to the two puppies at her breast. She made sure the firstborn was feeding as she cleaned the second little girl. As Wildfire tended her, her chestnut eyes widened at her strange markings and comically large ears. They would be downright enormous once they stood upright.

Soon, she was ready to be placed beside her sister. As the two suckled, Wildfire took a moment to breathe. Her contractions had dulled and spaced out after the second delivery. She sensed that it wasn't over though. There was no telling when it might continue, so she stole another moment to glance out at Thuringwethil.

Her heart skipped a beat when she finally noticed her mate's state. "What happened?" she asked, sitting up partially but managing to freeze before she dislodged the nursing babes. Wildfire looked down with a mildly alarmed expression on her face, which quickly turned into one of amusement. "I think I gave birth to a bat," she said, wondering if Thuringwethil could see the little gray girl, who'd somehow positioned herself upside down and above her mother's teat and, as a result, was now covered in dribbled milk.

Wildfire took a moment to correct the puppy's position before returning her concerned gaze to the Heda. "Seriously though, are you all right?"