TO SEE THE SUN PAINT THE SKY / birthing

[deimos]

Quiet, Sam had to agree, was always better. Between Elduin's and Sea's return, the threat of.. whatever looming off in the distance, and the sickness killing the male bodied doberman, Quiet was always better. Easier to handle. A soft sigh crossed her muzzle at the soft announcement from Goldie, picking up pillows here and there and curling up behind the Captain. Sam, this time, told softer stories- one of times far far before the reckoning of her Grey earth. Her nose had pressed gently to the neck of her lover when it came time, offering gentle encouragement.

As far as Sam was concerned, the Captain knew what she was doing. Sam was just an assistant in this plan. But, finally, when the final cub came free, Sam rose to her paws and came about the front of Goldie, her nose slowly lowering down and nuzzling at each of the suckling children.

"SPEECH"

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