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Something was wrong.

The deep-seated tearing pain that pulled from her abdomen was unlike anything she had felt before. She wasn't able to hold back the cry of pain and it was all she could do to not fall on her daughter as the tiny wolf darted closer. Her vision blurred and blacked at the edges as tears threatened to fall freely from her squinting eyes. For all her confidence that she didn't need help and that this was a perfectly natural process, she was beginning to feel thankful for her daughter's insistence on accompanying her.

Sedna stumbled the last few steps into the hut and barely dragged herself to the pile of skins just inside the infirmary before she fell heavily to her side, and laboured panting wracked her body. Her sides were so taught with pain that she couldn't even turn to see what was going on. Something damp coated the backs of her legs, but it was all wrong. It felt viscous and smelled like damp earth. She began to struggle, to try and get up to see what was going on, but Otis took hold of her ears and held her down, spreading his fingers across her temples in an attempt to calm her down, but the thick scent of fear filled the room.

The desire to snap and tear and flail was too much to bear. She threw her head, blood coating her tongue as her teeth closed on something soft and furred. Dark limbs struggled to get underneath her, only to slip on the flooring beneath. She moved across the room, banging into implements and walls, leaving a trail of whatever it was that smelled so much like the long night behind her. Still, she couldn't see what was going on.