Duskfire Glacier while centuries fall apart

A mere three days after Wayfarer and Veteran were delivered, there came the obvious signs that their siblings were on the way. Lane liked that they would be so close in age; it would aid in their socialization. It was Lane's intention to raise her own to know Tzila's cubs as true brothers and sisters, no "halfs" or other such caveats. 

When the sounds echoing from the main chamber seemed to indicate that Tzila's delivery was complete, Lane stirred from her position of repose. She tucked the warmest fur in her possession (one that had been a gift from @Imaq, she recalled) around their sleeping bodies, but even so she knew she only had a few moments before they would be awake, demanding her return. 

Lane shuffled into the main chamber, and there she found an anxious-looking Rye. Lane had never been a great reader of emotion, and she struggled especially in the half-light of the caverns. Why was Rye so keyed-up? Was Tzila okay? Lane had no way of knowing Rye's stake in the litter that had just been delivered. To her knowledge, Tzila had only been with her fellow alpha this season. 

Lane brushed up softly against Rye, hoping to lend him some comfort as they waited to receive news about the litter and Tzila's recovery.