shelter to my soul { birthing thread

"Ack..."

The dame managed to breath out yet another distressed noise, her brows furrowing as she shut her eyes. At this point, everything that had just happened was already a hazy blur of pain and frustration. It had hurt so bad, but it was a different kind of pain. It wasn't like the pain of a broken paw or a torn ear. It was different from all of that. And this strange pain, combined with the amount of effort she put into giving birth to the pups, equaled to major exhaustion. It was just as she felt in the middle of it all; she wanted to pass out, there and then, but the woman wanted to stay awake long enough to get a glimpse of Bass and Rhythm's expressions. She wanted to know if everything was alright, if she would be okay. Just by studying their faces.

Ultimately, she was allowing herself to ignore the fact that she had just given birth to five pups. She was too exhausted to even focus on them. Which was pretty strange, too, as most would have expected a woman like her to be so excited. It only occurred to her when their gentle wails spilled into her ears, with Bass' soft voice following. "L'hai fatto il mio fiore, cinque splendidi cuccioli. Rhythm ora, il mio amore. Ritmo e posso prendere da qui." She silently translated the words into her mind, eyes widening in shock. The birth had seemed to take forever, with all that pain and exhaustion. But she really didn't expect to hear that she had given birth to five pups. Not three or four, but five. Wren pulled her head into her chest and breathed out hoarsely, body shifting so that she wasn't lying flat on her side anymore. Although, she had made sure not to move too much, as all five of the pups were attached to her stomach. Her head twisted around and she had managed to take a good look at every one of them. Soon enough, tears began to swell in her eyes. "Mie coccole..." She hummed, her emotions overwhelming her as she leaned in to gaze upon their tiny little forms. They were all so beautiful. Several of them looked a lot like their parents, while the others looked a bit different. Such as one of the boys, who looked a bit like Motif or Rhythm.

Wren laughed to herself softly and lowered her head again, listening as Bass threw out a rather brilliant idea for their names. She nodded happily. "...That'd be wonderful, Bass." The exhausted dame forced her eyes shut, breathing relaxing itself as her body grew closer and closer to the point of sleep. But before she completely drifted off, she whispered to them, "Maybe Finch...could be one for a girl," She hummed, "and then...Shrike, for a boy?" The dame opened her eyes just slightly, shaking her head weakly. She was tired...these names she was coming up with were probably leaving her mouth as, "Fihhhtch" and "Shhhiek." With an exhaustion groan, she shut her eyes again and found herself drifting away partially. She didn't want to worry about naming her children right now...

"Speech"
'thoughts'
"Italian"