Weavers of the universe

Sedna had been in the Oaks gathering bits of this and that to make sure the pack supplies were well stocked when the inevitable came. Fuji had made the trip home, in her own words, because she knew her mother "would drop the kids on the grass and keep going if someone wasn't there to keep an eye on her". So her smallest daughter was accompanying her on this trip. Sedna had endured the tongue clicks and muttering, about it being too close and too far to get back to the bamboo if there was an emergency. What if predators were lurking around? The Oaks hadn't been claimed that long... etc etc. The mother just rolled her eyes and continued about her work. This wasn't her first rodeo and she had assisted with plenty of births before that. It wasn't like it didn't come naturally in their family, after all.

As the sun began to dip below the tops of the trees, and fireflies started to make their presence known, was when the familiar buildup of pressure and waves of discomfort began to wash over her with more regularity. She finally heeded Otis's tugging on her tail (honestly, the way they were fussing over her, you'd think the whole process was dangerous), and she gathered up her supplies and made her way back to their hut, Fuji nattering away all the while.

Perhaps it was her own overconfidence that would be her downfall this time?