Redsand Canyon Stars are born in litters.

The adoration on her partner’s face mirrored her own, she was sure. She smiled tiredly at Maxim before returning her attention to their son and daughter. They were fussing a bit and she wondered, as always, if they were very noisy. She encouraged them to suckle, then soothed them with slow, soft passes of her tongue along their backs.

Eventually, she looked up at Maxim again to say, I’m going to shut my eyes for a bit. It went without saying that he would keep watch while she and the babies took some time to recover from the birth, so she murmured, Don’t forget to think of some middle names, and let her chin sink to her forelegs, eyes drifting closed.