Disclaimer: I own nothing! Kay?
Also, this is my first story, so if you have any helpful advice I would love to hear it!
Screams blot out wolf-song. A crescent moon hangs high casting light on a clan of elves. The smell of woman, blood, and damp leaves permeates the air. A lithe woman lays in the center of a chanting circle with sweat pouring from her brow. Her shrieks taper off to introduce a new one. A tiny body is cleaned, and placed in her arms. Minutes later, the act begins again, but her body is weaker. Another scream pierces the still air, and the woman pants. A smile graces her lips with two babes nursing at her breasts and she whispers, "Girls."