Gradually things had been getting rather cramped for the unborn pups. They had all grown and were reaching that point that they were ready to face the world outside of their mother?s womb not that it was a fact they particularly knew.
All this pup knew was that something wasn?t right. The little space they had kept closing in on them. The pup fought against it, not wishing to be pushed out from what he had come to know as his home, his world. He hadn?t been in the right position in the first place, and currently blocking the exit, it meant that for now not one of them would be anywhere.
The contractions continued all the same, the boy completely unaware of how much danger his awkward positioning was putting his mother, himself and his siblings in. On the outside, frantic wolves did what they could, and as further pressure squashed his world, the pup found himself finally shifting into a better position.
At last the pup would be born though his delay meant that the others were quickly following after him, his mother consumed with pain had no time to attend to him. He wasn?t quite out of the woods just yet, though the sac was finally torn free from his body and he found himself taking his first breath of air.
There was far more space here, that much he realised rather swiftly, his little legs stretching slightly, crawling across the ground and he was guided towards his mother. Now the child tried to settle at her side, blindly nudging against her stomach as he searched for a teat and began to feed, rather content now that he was free from the contractions and completely oblivious to how close he could have come to never being born.
