PEACHES

Othello had been feeling the cramps in her belly all day, the grumpy female thought that she may burst if these damn pups didn't leave her belly soon. Whining she left the den that her and Scorpion shared, thinking that a walk in the wintery landscape may soothe her pain and her worries. The creamy damsel was slow paced as she sauntered around, her swollen belly hindering her from walking like a normal being. She felt like a penguin as she made her way out of the safety of her cavern and into the dull winters light. A light sigh passed through her lips, her breath fogging before her purple gaze.

The mother to be knew that something was up, she could feel it in her very bones that there was something very special about this day. She couldn't quite place her nose on it, but there was for sure something up. Maybe she would go and see Orchid, she usually knew what to make her feel right. Plus the dame was worried that something was up with her pups, from the way that they were wiggling and squirming around in her belly. Huffing, she started to pick up the pace to reach her friend when a gripping cramp ran rampant through her stomach. Gasping Othello froze, whining again as the contraction shook her down. Oh shit... they were coming, weren't they? Feeling weak in the knees Othello knew that she had to get somewhere safe and warm, there was no way in hell she was going to give birth out on a frozen field. So she shook off the painful contraction and bolted for Orchid's den.

By the time she reached the maw of the den, the soon to be mother collapsed just outside of it. She was spent already, her fur coated in her own sweat. Shivering, Othello barked sharply and tried to catch Orchid's attention if the dame was inside her den. Then while the contractions rested, she let loose a howl calling Scorpion to her. There was panic in her song, and that is all she could think about. She tried to claw her way further into the warmth that the underground cavern would offer, but she was being sapped of her strength. These pups within her were large indeed, too much for her small frame. They were fighting to see the world, and it was driving Othello to the breaking point. She knew that she was bleeding, she could smell the coppery liquid as she let out a whimper. She needed help, it was time. Time to welcome some new Destruction's into Alacritis.