Ghh. Ghhhhh. Oh, good grief. She hated this so much. It put her in such a bad mood! Not to mention it hurt so bad. Arivae was curled up in her tiny den, her tail flopped over her nose and her limbs squeezed into her belly. Small, distressed whines and whimpers fought themselves out of her as she tried to ease the pain that exploded from her stomach, but to no avail. She even tried squirming around a bit, maybe to shake up whatever was going on in this tiny body of hers. But just like squeezing herself into a tight ball, it had failed to work.
The only solution she had to this was a nap. And nap she did. After a while of thrashing and squirming and panting like she was giving birth, she fell asleep in the back of her den. There was no telling what she could be dreaming about...she was just happy she was passed out, even though she had already napped for about three hours beforehand. Her den and the area around it grew still and quiet, with the only sound being her tiny, short breathes. At a time like this, she could use some big fluffy blue love. Even if she was asleep, being close to him had to help her mental state about all of this.
