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She felt disconnected from the outside world. At first she'd considered the endless roaring of thunder to be a message from the Old Gods; a prelude to a new beginning, something great. While her companions braced themselves for what seemed like Ragnarok, fortifying their dome-shaped houses and the stables, Lilin awaited the brunt of the storm with piqued curiosity and impatience. Safety was still a concern though and when the wind picked up considerably, her thoughts immediately went to her sister and the rest of her pack mates. She could only agree when her beau voiced his concerns, echoing his justified prudence with a nod. Miskunn, the pack's Godja, was already present by the time Saul issued his orders - she was one step ahead, as usual. Eclipse and and her friend also arrived early on, which had been a complete surprise. Lilin had greeted them both with a reserved smile, denoting a tinge of discomfort with their sudden appearance.
She hadn't looked her best nor felt extremely sociable ever since the birth of her progeny. As a matter of fact, she had stayed out of the public eye during most of her gestation. Despite her social awkwardness, the young mother truly did not mind helping relatives. A shudder ran through her body everytime someone opened that door, forcing her to relocate in a corner where the cold winds could not reach her puppies. They were only five days old and already, they had begun crawling about (quite clumsily, of course). The children never went far and they never failed to find their way back to her, knowing their mother's approximate location at all times. They were blind and deaf, yes, but they could smell well enough to pinpoint the Virding's location if needed. Her offspring were fast asleep again, piled on top of each other, nestled against her belly. She could feel their bodies twitch every so often, or hear them subconsciously suckling air. Saul's kiss was accepted modestly, with lowered receivers and droopy eyelids. It had been a long day and yet, the night was still young.
Attentiveness returned to her when three consecutive knocks collided with their wooden door. Her ears adopted an upright position immediately and she could not pry her two pools of blue away from the entrance. She couldn't pick up a single scent with all this rain; she could only hope Colibri and her children weren't too far.