[birth] holding the weight of your world

Banshee remained relatively quiet while watching the women work. Her father lingered with pride as they witnessed the last two pups come forth. Covered in gunk and grime it wasn't a pretyt picture. But, Banshee was able to understand the joy of pups. The new potential for greatness within each and every one. She wasn't excited to deal with tiny twerps stealing the small amount of attention she got but they had the opportunity to turn into mighty Kleins.

The now big sister snapped out of her thoughts as Luce nudged her gently. A tiny grin met her features as she nodded to the new mother who likely didn't care about Banshee in the slightest. "Congratulations." Her baby blue eyes flicked to her father before the babe looked to Luce. Her voice was now low as she spoke directly to the lead medic, "Do you need anything from me now?" Either Banshee could stay and monitor the well being of the new borns or leave for the time being.

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