I hope you dance!

*Samara* · Updated 04/30/23:

Quite frankly Samara was ready for this to be over. Much as she was eager to get to meet her children she was also desperate to not feel like a balloon just barely able to get anywhere. It didn't help that the pups were particularly restless today, they never really stopped squirming of course but it felt stronger today and not for the first time she wondered what exactly it was she was carrying within her. The pressure on her abdomen was stronger than usual as well and the woman had basically hardly left the radius of the den she shared with Rhyme since the sun had come up that morning. She'd spent some time quickly sorting through her herbs again, a basic stockpile kept close by the sleeping furs in the den, better to be safe than sorry.

Rhyme had gone off, to be honest, Samara wasn't sure where, but she'd assured him she'd be fine. Which she would have been if today wasn't deciding to be a bit more chaotic. Samara was pacing, something in her body telling her to just get up and not lay around, plus it helped the rolling occasional pain in her stomach and abdomen. So it was when she felt it, wetness growing near her back legs and Samara paused, taking a moment for her mind to catch up. Oh! With a sort of eerie calm, the tiny woman lifted her head, voice raising in a call for her family, for Rhyme and his daughters, they all had to be there. Then though she knew she'd need to make the waddling journey towards the den she continued pacing a bit, until such time as the contractions became too much she'd walk it off, work the puppies into a birthing position with the minimal pull of gravity on her already low to the ground form.

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I hope you dance!

Rhymara birthing thread!

Samara