Walk | Talk | Think
Even during the night the heat of summer was strong. The further her pregnancy progressed the easier it became for the banished she-wolf to complain and voice fault with everything, this horrid weather included. But even that no longer suited her, and she had grown accustomed to harboring her moody opinions to herself lest she test the patience of not only her husband but her children as well. As it was they had moved out of the family den into one of their own, which was all the better for the consistent tossing and turning she seemed to be doing to find a comfortable position in which to sleep. It was miracle enough that Bane had not abandoned her to her restlessness and joined them.
After plenty of restless moving about and being irritated by the heat and her own pregnancy, Tahlia had finally succumbed to slumber. She was upon her side, stomach wide with the lives carried within. It was late but still hours before daylight would rise when the first twist of pain made itself known. It was no more than a twinge at first, a cramp and nothing more, and it only made the expectant mother shift a little in her sleep. But another followed the first, and another, each stronger and more severe than the last.
Not even sleep could hide her from the beginnings of the contractins as they progressed. Tahlia woke with a soft groan, expression pinching painfully as her dark golden eyes opened to the darkness of the nighttime den, shifting to sit up though still on her side. Already? But no, had she not been thinking to herself that she was ready for it to be over? No, already was not the correct thought. Right now? In the middle of the night, and just when she had actually been sleeping soundly? Wincing again, she breathed carefully and methodically until it had passed before she turned to her husband and nudged his side. "Bane," she spoke just above a whisper, "Bane! It's time."
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