Ring the bells, Sound the gongs
11-03-2014, 07:33 AM
It hit her all the sudden, like she had walked in front of an on coming train. She had been worrying around her den for the last few days, making it just the size she wanted, getting comfortable, making sure there was water near by, the like. Nesting she thought it was called. Finally, as she paced around the clearing around her den in the early morning, her water broke and the first touches of contractions started. She stopped in her tracks, her mind reeling as she realized what was happening. Her ears flicked back uncomfortably and she waited with a soft whine for a contraction to pass before lifting her head to call for Vereux and Amalia and Devin. Oh of all the times to send her husband out to hunt. She had been spending time with him that morning, feeling a little guilty for spending so much time with Amalia, but in her need to get everything set up she had sent him to get them some food for later. Hopefully he hadn't gone far. She slowly moved back to the den, grimacing and pausing for a moment at each contraction. Once she was inside she quickly settled herself onto her stomach with a sigh, only to grit her teeth when her muscles tensed painfully once again. Rolling on to her side, she panted lightly, silently praying that someone would come soon. If anything happened she didn't want to be alone. She really had no idea what to expect and she could only guess at how many pups she might be having considering how huge she had gotten. Pain ripped through her again and again, her ears pinning back and a pained whine escaping her. All she could do was follow her instincts and push with each contraction, but the more she pushed the more tired she became and she still had no pups for her efforts. She looked toward the door of her den, begging for someone to come through it. Speech Thought |
