Redhawk Caldera ambergris

With no word from her father to stay outside, Hymnal assumed it was okay to follow him in. She immediately realized what the unfamiliar scent was—birth and milk. She would never forget the mixture of smells and how strange they were. 

Her eyes were drawn to the little girl tucked against Teya's belly. She was so pretty, and Hymnal wanted to be her big sister too. 

For now, she tried to concentrate on what her dad was doing, how he was checking Teya and the pup to make sure they were okay. She wondered if having one baby was normal; she would have to ask papa later. 

Hymnal stayed near the entrance, waiting to help if it was needed and hoping that aunt Teya was okay.