Heavy is the Burden

The melt of Winter had brought floods to Valhalla. The rivers were overflown and good, solid, dry land was hard to come by. Things were looking up, though, and Soleil couldn't be more relieved. That didn't, however, mean that life was good and great.

The miss seemed doomed to be challenged by Mother Nature with ever pregnancy her little body endured. Last time, and the first time ever being pregnant, she was forced to flee from her home as volcanoes destroyed everything. Fire and ash forcing the wolves into a mass exodus from their homeland. Time had healed their pain and fortune had smiled upon them, offering this new home. Soleil supposed that she shouldn't just expect sunshine and rainbows, things were bound to get hard from time to time.

So near to her birthing date the petite female was heavy with puppies. Days would fly by and all too soon she would be a mother again. She had done it to herself, practically begging Collision for it. She couldn't help herself, the fiery passion she felt for her mate was something logic couldn't explain. Collision hadn't denied her request for more puppies, he would never do that. His feelings for her were just as strong as her's for him.

Soleil sat down panting,the ground cool and mushy below her. Her ears pulled back and lines formed in her face as her bottom jaw dropped open and her tongue lulled out to one side. It wasn't even hot out, it was just a little exhausting when carrying all the extra weight.

It was the afternoon and things were bound to get nippy as the sun faded from the sky. She needed to find a den sometime soon, the puppies could arrive any time now. They were ready even if she wasn't. Her den was underwater, or she would have them there. It made her deeply unhappy to think that once again she would have to give birth above ground.