It is Thyme

*Tana* · 01-21-2019, 11:47 AM

She hadn't heard Rhythm center the den, her focus solely on the silent child between her fore legs. When she spoke it startled Tana, moving herself as close to Rhyme as she could at the moment. She was panicked for a long moment until the voice and scent connected in her head. She really didn't want to give up on the boy in between her legs.

Though when Rhyme took him away she suppressed every instinct that told her to take him back and focus on him. She had felt the crushed bones in his body and she was aware there was nothing she could do to help him, but she held onto hope that Rhyme would get him breathing.

Rhythm asked her a question and she had to tear her head away from the direction she knew was her child from the sounds of Rhyme's tongue against her son. Contractions, right. Did she feel one yet? She almost said no but then she felt the squeeze of her abdomen just as Rhythm put her paw to her swollen belly. Right she needed to push, and trust Rhyme would rouse their son.

She started pushing again. Only to have to stop while the next was halfway out. She was panting by that time. This one had to be bigger than the last. Once another started she was forced to finish pushing it out. She was quick to grab this one as well and clean him. Definitely a boy. And this time he was vocal about his dislike of being cleaned and removed from the warmth of her womb. It was a relief to her. She nudged him towards her teats then, satisfied with him for now.

One more. She remembered Vail's count easily. But she would have to wait for another contraction.

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