Swiftcurrent Creek homage

last from me i think! :<

She knew that they should be brought forth.

Welcomed to the den with faces that might be like fathers to them. Yet the great yawning chasm of sleep swallowed her in a swaddled embrace. It did not help that she felt further exhaustion as the children drank their first fill of milk.

Morning.

When the sun had returned, they could be looked upon.

For now she wished for the silent company of her midwife and the great sleep that awaited her.