Little fuzz balls

With as much as Tamsyn had been tearing the den apart, Resin decided it was best to wait outside and just leave her to it. The giantess did various things around thre general area of the den but she didn't venture too far from it. For the past few days, Resin had set the jackals to tail her lover. In return she'd fed them well, giving them an entire fat fawn all to themselves.

The small, black striped duo had noted the first contraction and She, the female jackal, knew the signs, having had her own litters. The pair tore off to find Resin. Moments later, Tams call came. Resin could hear the urgency in it. She sent the jackals to fetch Iolaire from the visitor den and made her way inside the family den.

Sulfur eye rested on the pacing form of the midnight woman. Resins own births hadn't been terrible and she hoped the same for her lover. Coming forward, Resin placed a kiss on the laboring lady's brow. "The jackals have gone to fetch Iolaire. How are you feeling?"