Little fuzz balls

Walk | "Talk" | think

Ever since Resin unveiled their newly completed home, she hadn’t ventured much farther from it than just to get a drink of water from the river that lead into the falls. She wasn’t sure how she would know such a thing, but she had a strong hunch that these pups would finally be joining them sooner rather than later and it made her nervous to go any farther than that from their home. Her biggest fear was that she was going to be somewhere else when the time came and she wasn’t going to be able to get back here in time.

She had kept herself busy with fussing over their den, arranging the furs and things on their bed until they were as comfy as they possibly could be and making a separate arrangement of their furs that weren’t as nice or fluffy against the wall in the main, center chamber of the den. She had heard that birthing as a general rule was very messy so even though she wanted to be comfortable she didn’t want to be getting all that all over their usual bed. Instead, she created an area in the larger portion of the den where she could deliver the pups with the added benefit of leaving plenty of space for Iolaire to join them as well. She would be happy with any capable healer that was willing to help, but she knew how skilled Resin’s daughter was and she was more than willing to default to Resin’s judgement on the matter.

Even though she had been fussing with things pretty consistently for the last few days, today in particular she felt exceedingly restless. She found herself pacing back and forth around the den and messing with anything and everything she could get a hold of. At this point she was pretty sure she had turned the den upside down and put it back again at least three times. There had been a few times in the last week that she’d felt this some sort of uncomfortable cramping or pain, but it always seemed to go away after a few minutes so when she felt those same pains throughout the day today she tried not to think too much of it. However, they started to come more and more frequently and eventually went from being occasional with an hour or two in-between to being often enough that it made her stop her nesting long enough to consider them. Another contraction came over her, this time strong enough to make her legs tremble and her sides tighten painfully. Her ears flicked uncertainly and after a couple of minutes they started to follow one after another more steadily.

With a start she realized this was the real deal and while trying to keep down the bit of anxious panic that dared to creep up on her, she quickly stuck her head out toward the entrance and let out an insistent, worried howl for her lover before going back to pacing around the main chamber of the den. She tried to settle on the temporary bed she had prepared for herself, but just ended up getting up a moment later and continuing to pace. Nothing helped - not pacing, not laying down, not sitting. The pain continued to build and she whined uncomfortably while she waited for Resin to appear. Even though it had only been a few minutes at most, it felt like ages to her in that moment.