Her pregnancy had not been one of trial or tribulation, save her boisterous sons being a little harder to keep up with or herd about. Yearlings only, the two of them had become a little more distant, while still coming home to her when the day waned into night. It was good for them, she thinks, though she has a mind to go over safety with them regarding scorpions, snakes, and other such worries a mother might have with children wandering in a desert.

Her black boys were utterly wonderful, though, when they did return to her. They seemed to at least respect her struggle as her barrel became swollen with their sibling… though, if she were honest, it felt like two.

It had been a while since she’d shared herself with Cain, that was certain, but the strange flip flopping of the herd had passed her by almost without a hiccup. She stayed in the reach of their cave, bedding down there as often as she could, but the change of hands had done almost nothing at all to disrupt that cycle and so she had almost believed it a rumor mill fallacy. She was here because although she did not see him, she scented him on the wind and had no reason to leave if he was still with her.

His reappearance came with the first pangs of familiar childbirth preparation. She had felt it tickling the edge of her awareness in the night, but as his black and white figure appeared in the distance outside the mouth of the canyon cave, she felt it press forward into full drive. It was because of her urgency to press forward with the birth of their child that means he must call for her, quiet as she was during labor - knowing predators sought out such times to take advantage of a mother in the throes.

When she replies, it is a small, weakened, whistling nicker - barely even worn by the process. She had done as much for both her prior sons.

What lay beside her, now well cleaned and first opening his eyes was the shadows of the cave made flesh and given bright beams of desert sunshine for his eyes. So black that at first she had thought he was a dream, now she stood to turn and encourage him to his feet as Cain drew nearer. "Our son," she introduces them, ears perked and eyes tender for her newest, and blackest, of sons, "I have named him Enoch, if you like it."