Little miracles

Mortis woke to the soft pitter of rain. Their fire had gone out some point in the night, but the underground heating had kept the cave warm enough despite the chill outside. Something caught his attention, he wasn't sure exactly what. Some sound or scent that woke him further. He lifted his head, kissing Hikas crown and trying to untangle himself gently from his boyfriend without disturbing him.

There it was again, a soft sound. He turned to the firepit with a puzzled frown. There was something black amongst the dark coal, and he crept forward. For a moment, he wasn't sure what he was looking at. Damp feathers curled about a lumpy shape. He nudged it with his nose, pushing back the feathers to reveal the shape of a wolf. Still slick with afterbirth.

A gasp escaped him and he breathed in deeply. Where had this child come from? There was no way he and Hika had missed the sounds of birthing. The wolf's scent makeup told him its origins. Its parents. her parents. But that was impossible. He wasn't sure he could believe such a miracle. “Hika!” He whispered, trying not to disturb the baby. He didn't say anything else. He needed to hear Hikaru's first impressions.