Sekuda never expected the birthing would be this hard. Instead of getting help from someone who had experience at these things, she shied away and before she realized the cub was coming, she tucked herself away in a den far from any of the pride. Frightened by the thought that someone might hurt her or the cub, she slowly built a wall of pines and other assortments and curled up in the back of the den until the contractions had started.
The worse was defiantly the contractions. The contractions left her weak and frail and unable to handle the next shot of pain that surged through her body. Thankfully she was away from someone, because silent wails and harsh breathing despite being mute could easily be as loud as screams.
When the last contraction came and she felt something else, her body happened to whip around in shock and surprise as the chocolate pink boy was brought into the world. At the time, she had no other instinct or control but to lick the boy ferociously and circulate his blood flow, his life. The pitiful mewls that left his throat was delightful to her; he was alive and well and looked perfect in every single way.
He had her mask. The pink mask that lead a pink line down her back, except that he was missing that line and only had a mask. Like her, dots spotted his cheeks, which were tiny yet still seen. She smiled. The only thing different about him was that he had his father's brown, the same brown that he had used to camouflage himself among the trees and bark. He was a perfect mix of both.
She wasn't taken aback at the colors of any sorts. The memory of the meeting was long gone from her mind and she cuddled her son before settling him down for food and sleep. She herself was quiet tired, but the exhaustion had yet to fully kick in while she lay there, a big smile on her face and the warm in her eyes.
Not even the naming came to her. She already knew, before he arrived, that she would need to work hard to name him. Sekuda had already decided that she was going to regain her voice if it meant everything for her newborn son. He was not going to grow up with a speechless mother, or grow up without a name.
With a content sigh of happiness, she looked down at him once more before resting her head on her paws. She needed sleep before anymore problems surfaced.
And slowly, as she lay there with a smile, her pink eyes shut and she dozed off with the smell of milk in the air, and the feeling of happiness clearly floating about in the air.
