Little fuzz balls

Walk | "Talk" | think

The moment that Resin came into the den Tamsyn was able to breath a small sigh of relief. Even if it was naive to think so, her mind couldn’t imagine anything bad happening as long as Resin was there. That line of thinking hadn’t steered her wrong yet and with as concerned and uncomfortable as she felt right now she was happy to have some kind of stable certainty to lean on. She stopped her pacing when Resin came to stand in front of her, her worried mint gaze lifting to look at her. She didn’t really know how to answer her lover’s question since she didn’t really know how much of this was normal. She opened her mouth to answer, but a contraction interrupted her, making her wince and her ears fold back while her legs trembled under her a bit. Once it passed she sighed and replied uncertainly, ”I’m okay, I guess.”

Moments later Iolaire entered into the den and she gave the monochrome healer a grateful smile. If something did end up happening she felt even better knowing that she was there. She nodded to the statement that the pups were on their way and getting into position, making a nervous, excited flutter of butterflies go through her stomach. Tam waddled over to the bed she had prepared for herself so that she could settle there before another contraction came since they threatened to knock her off of her feet as it was. One contraction came after another and for a while that became the status quo. She shifted and moved restlessly for a while, but kept herself from getting up again while she waited impatiently for things to move along. She leaned into Resin occasionally, especially when the pain was particularly strong when she would bury her head into Resin’s fur in some kind of subconscious attempt to escape what was happening.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been like that for, it could have been a few minutes or it could have been hours - it all felt like it had begun to blend together and it certainly felt felt much longer than it actually was. Eventually it got to the point where the contractions were coming so close together that it felt like they were nearly back to back. She whined and glanced back and forth between Resin and Iolaire, looking for some kind of instruction or guidance for what came next.