Fluff... Just-Just fluff...
(TW: Incestuous relationship mentioned (I'm so sorry but that's just the canon, I'm sorry🫥)
"Rogh? You no slept yet. Moonah almost gone, Solah will show in short time. Sleep is gift from Moonah and you no take. No be ungrateful, Rogh" Gurr whispered. The older man leaned over, passed the shoulder of his mate and over to Rogh, who sat beside his own sleeping mate. He held a bundle of pelts in his arm, his tired but aware eyes gazed down at the bundle.
Rogh's first born had arrived that night. The tribe had waited a long time for this moment, and for Rogh, it was the most hair pulling, nail biting rock grinding time of his young life; many women in the tribe had died while birthing the young, others had died after the birth, when things were supposed to go smoothly. It laced Rogh's brain with fear and confusion, especially for his dear sister's fate.
His sister now slept at his side, sat up against the cave wall where she birthed the baby, her arms rested limply in her lap, her forearms crossed over each other with her palms facing the roof of the chalk pit cave. She had fallen asleep holding her new baby, which Rogh had scooped into his own arms so that the cold wouldn't take her from them quicker than she had been given to them by mighty Moonah.
Rogh gave a quiet grunt of acknowledgement over to his older cousin a few metres away, but he didn't take his eyes off of the tiny girl in his arm. Gurr slipped carefully away from his mate and crawled over to Rogh, crouching himself by his feet.
"Baby girl?" Gurr asked, eyeing the pelts in Rogh's arms.
Rogh huffed and nodded, the corner of his mouth twitched into a proud smile.
"Me and Lun only have boy babies. Lun say she want girl baby, but she go for hour or more. Get big tired fast" Gurr shot Rogh a look of mild horror and a feverish shake of his head. Rogh suppressed a chuckle and gritted his teeth.
"Me have look?" Gurr's voice seemed to soften as he scooted closer.
Rogh nodded slightly and held out his arms, the newborn still fast asleep in her fur swaddle. He transfered the baby over to his cousin almost ceremoniously, being careful not to jerk or jostle her too much. Gurr settled the baby into the crook of his arm as his spare hand rose a finger up to her face. He gently pushed down the section of pelt that partially obstructed her face so that he could get a better look at his younger cousins first child.
"She small. Need be big careful of her. Small ones go first in cold or fight or hunt. Is pain, but true" Gurr's voice was merely a whisper at this point; the deep gravelly drawl in his voice was put on a temporary pause, fearful of rousing the baby from her first sleep.
Gurr slowly leaned in closer to the girl. He gave a short huff, which caused Rogh's eyes to widen slightly, fearing something had happened or that his new baby had stopped breathing, like so many others had in the past.
"There. She have same mark as you" Gurr smiled. He pointed his fingertip at a brown freckle beneath the girl's left temple.
"Me just boy when you born, Rogh. But me remember. You have mark like that" Gurr smiled up from the baby towards his little cousin who now took a deep breath to calm himself of his previous panic.
Gurr reached out a hand towards Rogh's head, his grizzled face twitched and creased as his fingertips proded at the side of Rogh's left cheek, urging him to tilt his head to the side so that he could see clearer.
Gurr closely inspected Rogh's cheek for a while, longer than he would've liked; it had been harder to locate the identical freckle, given that, last year, Rogh's beared had started to grow. Proving itself quite the task to locate which was a freckle and which was a flea.
"That one. She have the same. There" Gurr spoke quietly. Pressing the pad of his finger through the thin hairs on Rogh's outer cheekbone. Rogh's eye twitched and looked down at his daughter to see the mark. Gurr was right. The small, brown dot under her left temple was in the exact same place that Gurr's finger remained pressed against.
Finally, Gurr pulled his hand away from Rogh's face and handed the newborn back to her father.
"She definitely yours, and not Wov's..." Gurr grimaced and nodded his head over to a henched and barely furred man sleeping with his jaw hung open, an unattractive string of spit dropped from his lip down onto the cave floor. Honestly, what did Riva see in that guy??
Rogh shuddered and gave an agreeing nod, taking the mopped up bundle back into his arms and bouncing it sightly when the baby stirred. Her tiny hand coming up out of the pelts and searching for something to cling to.
"Me think want name her 'Pin'" Rogh muttered, more to himself than to Gurr.
"She too small to be called 'Hibb' or 'Veo' or 'Zaa'. She small girl, so 'Pin'. Cute and small" Rogh smiled as the baby's hand came up to clutch at his furs, tugging at them and kneading the strands.
Riva wouldn't mind the name 'Pin', surely. She did say she hoped the baby would be a girl, so that's her wish granted by Moonah. Maybe the name 'Pin' would be alright? ... Maybe.
