She paces between the dunes, the moon only just rising, her dark colored eyes match the deep royal blue of the the night sky. She is restless, moving into the den that gives her eyes on all the other dens she made during winter. Although none had replied to her call earlier in the day, Riopat held hope there would be other pups during the spring, though if she was to be alone in the birthing dens, then so be it. She would love to boss someone around while they try and heal her. She only wished that Mortz was with her, once again he was gone, his scent faded from her pelt and their home even as his children moved restlessly inside her womb. A sadness and longing creep into her heart, fear gripping her as she made a sigh and once more cleaned the floor of the head den, then returns to pacing.

It is with some sadness that she watches the moon, a pale mirror of the sun, chased the brighter orb in the sky. It is too far behind, eternally, they make this dance whether the clouds cover them or not. The distance between them would never stop the moon from chasing the sun, and nothing would stop the sun from following the same track so she can find his trail. Her eyes watch the stars as they shine brighter, noticing the flicker of some, and she wonders if the sun and the moon ever find each other. With a lonely howl, Riopat calls for Mortz, hoping he is somewhere close, or that anyone came at all. It felt rather odd, that even on her pack's main land, the pale healer still felt as though she was on her island - alone.

It is after her song has grown cold in the air that she feels the first sharp build of pressure, and she closes her eyes, bowing her head, and breathes in her nose and out of her mouth in slow, easy motions. Once the pain eases, she makes a move to her den, feeling sick to her stomach that she may have to weather this out by herself. She has seen what child birth can do to mothers, and she whimpers at the gruesome memory, and a dark, stomach churning dread falls over the Marius. Trying to relax, Riopat lays on her side, waiting and hurting and wondering where her heart was while his pups were being formed.

Hours later, Riopat is whimpering loudly, crying as she goes through the most intense contractions, her eyes shut to the world as she makes a sudden howl. She continues the howl as she pushes with every bit of strength she has, instinct demanding she birth these cubs by any means. Her work goes on for an hour, and still she has nothing for her effort, nothing but pain so far. It was hard, arduous work to make these pups go, but once she found a suitable position, she soon felt the pressure of life entering the world. Her base color is a soft white color, perhaps leaning more towards the cream side of the spectrum. However, the fur along her spine is tipped in pale sienna and black much like her father. Whereas the sienna stops over her rump, the black intensifies along her tail before ending in a thick black tip. Her fur is on the shorter side though rather soft. Around her neck, it grows longer - about an inch longer than the rest - and is a little coarser and rougher to the touch. Her tail also has slightly longer, rougher fur. Once she is cleaned off that is, and Riopat feels the thrill of having one like both her and Mortz.

Soon, Riopat is back at work, her eyes closing as pain slams against her ribs and back, her muscles shaking as she once again begins the tedious balance of breathe and push. Two hours later and she has a little boy at her paws, her tongue working lovingly over his fur, which was a warm caramel color taken from his father. His lower jaw, however, is white and extends down his throat and chest like a bib. His front paws are also white, fading about three fourths up into the same caramel colour of his base. His ears, however, are a brighter orange shade. This shade is also found sporadically throughout his fur. Much of his neck, shoulders and rump are tipped in this shade. His back right foot is black, a cute touch. The one closest in color to her beloved. Her mind circles around then to her love, hoping he is coming to her. She hurts, there is too much blood, and she is growing weary already. Once an hour has passed, and her twins have a triplet on the way.

Riopat struggles hard with this one, and not soon enough, Riopat discovers what is taking so long, and making it hurt so much worse than the second one had. She screams and panics, her eyes closing, she pushes hard, expelling the breach pup as fast as she can, causing larger tears and rips to be made. She cares not for her safety, and is up and cleaning off her tiny fragile girl. Her base color is pure white just like her mother. However, her father refuses to be booted out. Beginning over her cheeks, a pale toffee color sweeps up and over her head, laying across the top of her neck and shoulders in a cloak of sorts. It tapers out along her spine, fading away just before her rump. Her cheeks are partially white and a white 'blaze' works its way up between her eyes and onto her forehead. She has a black chin, an odd patch of coloring to be sure, though it is simply adorable for her. Panting, the white female lays down and nurses her pups, feeling the swelling in her hind quarters make the cuts and tears burn and throb. She would need to put cobwebs on those, and soreness would be an ever present thing for a while. She looks out to the dark morning sky, watching the horizon turn blue as night gave way to day. All night she labored, and now, she lays her head to rest, loving the moment, as incomplete as it may be.