Writing our own lore

*Roza* · (This post was last modified: 07-07-2017, 09:14 PM by Shelby.)

Roza wished she knew more of what to expect when it came to her birthing. She had a general idea and she knew she had to take those herbs that Ara had left with her, but not knowing exactly what to expect made her a bit nervous. The last couple of days she had stuck close to her and Ganta's den, making sure everything was ready and the den was all prepared. She had been extra fussy over the bedding and she kept second guessing whether it was actually big enough even though she had expanded it enough to fit her and Ganta and two or three full grown wolves, much less a few pups.

She was shuffling the dried grass she had scattered around the den floor with her forepaw when an unexpected pain caught her off guard and for a moment she just stood as still as a statue, barely even breathing. A few moments passed and another pain around her sides pulled at her, stronger this time, and she realized with a jolt that this was what contractions felt like. Her mind reeled for a second before she finally caught up with herself. She hurried over to where he had kept the herbs she had been saving for this moment and started chewing on the bitter leaves. It wasn't the tastiest thing in the world, but if it helped this whole thing along then she wouldn't complain. She went over to the entrance of the den and gave a quick howl for Ganta, hoping he was somewhere close. She heard Abbey chirping from outside, but she just let her bird friend be for the time being.

Roza settled down on her side toward the back of the den and tried her best to relax and breathe even though both of those things seemed pretty hard right now. The best thing to do seemed to be letting her body do what it needed to do so she followed her instincts while the contractions grew stronger and more painful. Did birthing always feel like this? If it did how was it possible that there were so many pups in the world? Why would other women want to have so many children? Her ears folded back against her head and she whined as a particularly strong contraction passed. She honestly couldn't tell if the herbs that Ara gave her were helping or not since she had nothing to compare it to, but she had to take the healer's word for it.

She held her breath for a moment while she started to push with one of the contractions. She didn't know how she knew to do that, but at this point she was just going with it. After it passed she panted for a moment until the next one came and she fell into this rhythm of pushing and breathing. Roza barely noticed Ganta joining her, just giving him a slight glance before letting her head rest on the ground again. The pain and pressure got worse and worse until she gave one more push as hard as she could and the first of their children came into the world. It gave her a moment of relief and she wearily pulled herself up enough to look down at the pup. Roza started licking all over the light tan and brown pup, realizing very quickly why it had been so hard. The little girl was huge! She glanced toward Ganta with a breathless chuckle. "Must be from your side of the family..." she said softly, trying to keep a good sense of humor despite already being very, very tired. She nudged her daughter up to her stomach so the child could rest there while she settled back down on her side just in time for the contractions to kick up in full force again.

She comforted herself with the idea that the next child couldn't possibly be as hard to birth as the first. They couldn't possibly have two children that large, could they? Roza kept pushing, thinking that the second pup would come any second now, but everything seemed to stall out just as it had the first time. She whined and grit her teeth, putting all of her energy and effort into her pushing. Time seemed to crawl by until finally she gave another strong push, grunting as her whole body tensed with effort, feeling the second pup finally slip free. She collapsed on her side and panted hard for a moment before she could finally pull herself up enough to reach for their second born. This pup seemed even more speckled than the first and had more darker hues among the coloring. A boy, just as big as his sister, if not bigger. She pulled the pup up alongside the first and sighed. She waited for a little while to see if it was actually all over, but it seemed that was the end of it.

Two pups, alive and well. They were quite the pair with their similar hues and sizes. Not quite twins, but undeniably siblings. It wasn't like her and her siblings. They were different enough that they could be mistaken as cousins if they came across someone who didn't know them. Roza gazed at the duo for a moment, the realization that she had just given birth to them settling in on her. A wave of emotions crashed down on her and tears welled up in her eyes. "They're beautiful..." she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips. She wanted to look at Ganta, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from their children. Suddenly she understood how mothers put up with so much pain to bring these children into the world. It was all worth it. All the discomfort and waddling around for the last several months and all the pain she just went through... all of it was worth it to see the two pups drinking at her stomach.

She knew that she and Ganta had both taken a step in the right direction in keeping them safe with the creation of their pack, but she was still scared for them. There were so many unknowns in the world - most notably Ganta's family that hated her and her family. In a way she felt guilty to bring these two into such an uncertain and dangerous world, but they had been a surprise to them both and her heart was so full of love for them. "I want to name them something... strong." She finally looked up to Ganta, finding his gaze with her own. "I know a name doesn't change anything, but... I want them to have every advantage I can give them." She looked back down at the brother and sister pair, pondering names for them quietly. "Ulric," she said after a while, testing the name on her tongue. She liked how it sounded in her own ears and it seemed to fit the feeling she got from the cool-toned, speckled little boy. Roza looked to her daughter and it seemed even more important to find a name that was strong but still beautiful and regal. She had spent the last several months daydreaming of her children and thinking of different names, but now none of them seemed to fit. "Do you have any name ideas for our daughter?" she asked with a little smile.

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