A Song of Ice and Fire

Ignita grasped and clawed at his offered paw, pulling him as another contraction urged her to push. The effort made her dizzy and weak. The sounds around her grew muffled and her vision tunneled before the contraction relaxed and let her go again, her body going limp against the effort. She wanted this, she wanted this, didn't she? She wanted his children. His children!

She was only mildly aware of the slave healer in the den as she huffed to catch her breath. She could hear him growl through the haze of pain and discomfort. Her golden eyes opened to him in alarm to see what he was growling about, not even aware that she was concerned with soothing him for just a moment. Suddenly he was gone from her grasping just as another contraction hit and she swung her head up with a whining scream turning into a guttural growl as the muscles rippled through her organs to push.

"Something's WRONG!" She yowled angrily and swiped at a ball of furs and then sank her teeth into it, quickly pulling it to shreds. As soon as he was back within her grasp she pushed her head into his chest with a moan as the contraction let her go again and she swayed her hips limply back and forth, her claws clinging to his arm as she breathed and cried.