obligatory congratulations

Deathbelle couldn’t tell if Banshee was hesitant only because her eyes were adjusting to the darkness or some deeper meaning beneath. She had been obviously upset at the birthing lesson, and this was the first time she thought that she’d seen her within the den. The new mother didn’t miss the glimpse of a look in Banshee’s eye, though she didn’t say it her auntie knew she could appreciate the newborns.

”You can come closer, and say hello.” Belle prompted softly as she uncurled slightly. Little fat puppy bellies and chubby legs spilled out and little mewls of protest were heard as she did so. ”Venom, Toxicity, Plague, Pestilence, and Calamity.” Deathbelle told her nieces softly as she nosed each pup in turn. ”All of them are girls but Plague.” She was proud of her little brood, they were all perfect.