third time's the charm [birth]

The worst part of the whole pregnancy was the last day and Deathbelle had finally reached that point. She had been nesting and laboring slowly for the majority of the morning, when she would normally have been asleep. The contractions weren’t terrible leading up to noon when the first real ones began. That moment she wanted nothing else in the world than Magnus to be beside her. She couldn’t remember if she mentioned his presence for the birth to Recluse or not, but she hoped her niece would allow her that luxury. Belle wanted him here to see the birth, to feel her pain, to share in the joy new life would bring.

She feared she would be forced to weather the trial alone.

Shaking off another contraction Deathbelle lifted herself to her paws so she could at least make it to the entrance so sh might call out for those who wished to listen. Hopefully Magnus was close by, perhaps Recluse might wish to make an appearance? It was midday, so she wouldn’t blame the alpha if she did not appear until that night. Belle howled softly and returned to her furs and prepared for a long afternoon.