MAKE A WISH UPON A STAR

*Raisa* · 03-26-2014, 07:39 AM

Raisa's ears pricked the sound of Elsa's call, and she moaned. So the gods do have a sense of humor... She could feel the alarm in the air, the desperation, oh something was terribly wrong. She lounged at the base of her den, no longer in a condition to climb to the top, and closed her eyes in a long blink. She should not go, she should not heed, but she must. Her body was telling her things her mind could not quite comprehend but one thing she could ascertain. Today was the day. It was her own time to settle, to retreat to her den and wait out the bloody, agonizing, shit-filled miracle that was birth. Yet she rose, some force other than instinct or common sense driving her forward.

Her going was slow, painfully slow. Gingerly she stepped worried that the slightest exertion might bring her labor upon her. The sooty queen had never birthed before of course, but she was not so base as to let fear over come her. So she let her jaw, gritted her teeth, and pressed on. It was not long as all before the scent of strangers washed over her nose. Strangers, and three that were oh-so-familiar. Elsa, Katja, and... Raisa gasped and, good sense forgotten, broke into a trot. Her lack of grace was all that restrained the Queen as she rushed headlong into the gathering. "Virgil!" Her voice rang out, clear and frantic. The smell of a birth-to-be was thick in the air, the labor, all of it. Raisa wove in between strangers and Ebony wolves alike, trying frantically to come to the woman's side. She didn't know what the woman was doing there, why she had come, none of it, only that she was in need. Raisa tipped back her head and let loose a summoning howl, drawing forth any wolf to help, to guard her love, to bring her comfort, anything. Raisa had never been so scared.

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