Old Scars / Future Hearts

The small femme was fit to pop, her stomach bulging with the children she carried. They had been making their way closer and closer to the pack where Clay’s cousin was… but they hadn’t quite made it yet. However the cavern they had found brought Kait a bit of comfort… as well as Clay’s near constant presence. But still the fear that the demon king might come after her made the femme nervous. No, she thought… he wouldn’t care about her. But the children she carried… Kaitlyn flicked her ears back, gaze shifting to her bulging gut. She wondered if she was carrying children as big as her first litter again. That alone had been hard… and she’d been lucky to have not had any complications…

Clay was hunting, she believed, and so Kaitlyn was alone for the moment. But the moment she felt the slick wetness between her hind legs she knew she had to call for Clay. Something felt… off. She couldn’t place why just yet… there was a bit of pain but that didn’t seem like it was out of place…

The female began to take in deep breaths, trying her best to remain calm. She howled for Clay, her voice holding a tone of urgency. She shifted uneasily on the temporary nest Clay had made for her, whimpering every so often. She could smell a bit of blood, but despite her body trying to do what was natural for it in this situation there didn’t seem to be any progress… no pup being born. It actually felt like whatever was trying to come out was way too big… Oh Gods, Kait thought to herself.

What if there was a pup stuck because it was too big to come out?

Kait shifted uncomfortably before feeling a sharp pang of pain that brought forth a yelp from her lips. Fear gripped her… something was wrong… something was very, very wrong!