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Birth 
wanted to get this up before too much time passed but we can hold off on it until you're ready <33 backdated to the 28th. welcome to the world polaris, starlette, and fable! birth order can be left up to the pups

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yakone had spent days past preparing endlessly for the time which she knew, with some inexplicable wordless certainty, would come soon. @Merrit surely saw the change in her, his lover reduced to a creature of single-minded instinct. at times even his presence seemed to inspire a skittishness in her, and though she never turned teeth against him, the ghost of a snarl would often flash across her features whenever he startled her.
such opportunities were few and far between, however. the snow-furred wolf spent much of her time digging, carving her den to perfection and gathering soft dry materials to layer over the damp, loose dirt floor of it. any contributions by her mate were accepted with silent satisfaction. there was no space for gratitude in any of this; she had her role, and he had his own. the only thing they could do now was see it through.
she knew from experience that it would be an ugly process, and wondered in her few moments of peace how she might convey this to merrit. in the end, instinct decided for her. as the first lancing pains arced through her abdomen and her hips, she drove him away from her den site as kindly as she could.
this part was for her, and her alone.
for a time she suffered in that den. she wept as the pain unearthed memories long-buried, the day she'd lost her voice forever. stop, she'd begged that day. screamed. and coldly he'd continued, as if she hadn't spoken at all.
it hurt. it hurt and she hated it.
stop, she wanted to beg. stop stop stop STOP
please stop, a broken sob in a broken voice unused for too long. and then it truly began.
her body strained with muscles she'd never known existed, hurt in places she hadn't known she could feel anything at all. it wasn't the same at all. the day she'd lost her voice she'd been violated, her soul torn as deeply as her flesh; this was different. this was...
the thought fell away before she could grasp it, lost in the tidal wave of change that was washing over her. there was no more time to think. it was happening, in blood and shrieks and waves of force from the core of her body.
...
and then it was over, and three new lives rested quietly at her flank, impossibly small and fragile in their first moments. dazed, she wondered how she had avoided hurting them. she thought of her mate. she thought of speaking to him for the first time, of showing him their children with the same proud words as any new mother.
merrit, she wanted to call to him, soft and sweet the way she often thought she would speak to him. like a miracle, like a storybook, she would be healed by her children's birth. and they would be happy.
and maybe she would have felt shame for her inability to do so. but if her wild, beautiful, scarred mother had taught her anything in those horrible weeks after the attack, it was that healing was not linear. they were, all of them, creatures far too complex for that. the heart was a thing easily wounded, and so difficult to mend.
but not so easily broken. she would mend. she had been for years. maybe it wouldn't be today, or tomorrow, or even a year from now, but one day merrit would hear his name from her lips. one day her children would know her voice. that was enough for now. it had to be.
yakone woofed softly, a quiet request for merrit's presence. she was careful not to startle the children, unaware that they could not hear her at this early stage. her own mother had been protective of each litter in those first days; she'd never even attempted to breach that boundary. this part would be the hardest, with no experience to rely on, but yakone knew they would be okay. all of them.
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The day had come.

They had spent their time in preparation. He had lent his help where his lover had allowed, and had given her space where she had not. At times he collected, at times he preened her, and at many times more he stood as a guardian to the den she had chosen, and the caves they had found.

It would be perfect.

He knew something was different that day, in the way she drove him off. She carried a different scent, a different urgency. And though he wished to stay more than ever, he obliged, and took up his place as her silent sentry - yet not without the quietest whine.

He did not know the full breadth of childbirth, except from what Clary had once described to him. He wished to shield his lover from her pain. But this, he knew along with her, was a trial she would face alone.

Merrit stood alert. He thought, once, he heard a voice from her chambers, yet he dismissed this for his stress. She was alone there, she would be okay.

Could one die in childbirth? Would she be okay? Despite his reassurances, his anxieties swirled. And as the scent of afterbirth touched his nose, his eyes flashed with memories of mother, and of Arlette. Of his sister’s face when she had confided the death of her own firstborn.

And he was afraid.

His mind plunged to darkness, and if not for the quiet song of his lover, he might’ve lost himself again. But at her call the world reawakened to starling brightness. He was here, and not at Stone Circle. He was here - and she was here - and they were here, all of them.

Merrit hurried to the den, and peered inside. He would not enter until he knew he would not be met with flashing teeth - but his eyes picked his lover out from the darkness first, and then his gaze shifted to their children at her side.

“My dove,” he whispered, “I love you.”

And he smiled with a happiness he wasn’t sure he’d ever known before, as his gaze went to her, and to the pups again.

All of you.
with quiet words I'll lead you in