Life Changes

(02-13-2018, 08:30 PM)Lark Wrote:

Pacing, pacing, pacing. Restlessness, wandering, an insatiable itchiness. All of it afflicted her for hours. Then the first contractions came, and her pacing and restlessness increased - until the major contractions hit. That was when she fled to the den, pawing at the items that she had found herself collecting. Not much tufts of fur, feathers, soft things. It had been mildly enjoyable to strip a bird of its feathers even if she messed up with most of them. They were still mostly soft! Either way, she was flopped on it now, head close to the ground, wincing as contractions hit and she felt herself automatically respond, pushing internally to get the first pup out. In between the bursts of pain, she'd call out: "Lark! It's time!" Because indeed, it would be soon. It would have to be; some time had passed already. "Speech"