A girl. The words made her happy like almost nothing else had, since the last time she had birthed, and had heard the words for her own self. Skye smiled faintly as Jazper said that the pup was beautiful - and she was. She was so, so beautiful, so tiny, so precious. And yet she did not have more time to think before more convulsions ran through her body, causing more pain.
She had been right - it was a small litter, and that was proven as the last of the two pups slid out of her with among the last of the convulsions. More pain ran through her, almost like an 'aftershock' of the birth; but they dissipated slowly, deliberately, until only a faint throbbing pain within her remained.
She looked at the last of her pups, taking it within her own hands. As the little thing twisted about, she looked at it - him - in wonder. He was a dark gray, almost black like his father, with cream on the top of his head, and in other areas around his body. A boy and a girl. "My children," she said, pure love in her voice as she looked at them both.
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