@darkest-phantom
Faleen stirred from a deep sleep to the feeling of something digging into her side. Giving a small grunt of annoyance, she sleepily turned over, grabbing onto what ever was digging into her side. At first she was shocked to see that she was holding a tiny kit in her hand. But soon the shock washed away as she remembered who’s exactly it was.
She had three kits about a week ago, two males and a female. Though she was still in a bit of shock that she had managed to have such a large litter her first time. She could vaguely remembered the birthing pains and then the cries of her kits as they take their first breaths. Of course that day went by in a blur since she was more or less asleep during the whole process. She had fed herself herbs that’ll mostly make her sleep through the whole thing.
That was the only way she was able to managed not to completely have a melt down. Also Darkrai, her mate and the father of her kits, was more or less there through most of it. Though she could somewhat remember him becoming quite frightened when the first kit began to appear. There was quite a bit of blood which was probably overwhelming for the senses.
Faleen leans in for a moment, quickly licking the two pound kit for a moment before settling him back down at her side. She felt movement on her other side and glances over with a small trill, seeing the other two bury themselves into her back, trying to warm themselves.
Once the fogginess of sleep faded from her mind did she realize Darkrai wasn’t around. She quickly glances around with a trill, wondering where he went off to. He was sleeping near by earlier but now he’s just gone off somewhere. Though she wasn’t too surprised since she guess he was more or less the one who goes foraging now. But at least he seem interested in the kits.
Faleen rests her head on the side of her nest, curling her tail around kits behind herself, trilling quietly. She continued to stare out of the cave, hoping he would appear soon.