one, two, three- drink

The pain was crippling, but after her frantic howl- it didn't take long for Drashiel to appear. She lifted her head as he entered their den. She could scent hair- and see the blood that clung to his fur. Her violet eyes studied him, as he moved around her- and she couldn't help but feel relieved and a bit pissed off. His words didn't help matters and she felt a growl bubble in her throat. "Lets see how well you breath when I shove that hare down your throat." She snapped, and immediately felt contrite. She frowned, and let out a slight whine as she turned her head to nuzzle him. "Sorry..." She muttered. A hiss of pain left her, as another contraction wrecked through her body. She stretched out against the pain, gasping as it passed. Weakly, she lifted her head as Amalia scrambled into the den. She wanted to greet the healer but the pain- God the pain. How was the healer to damn cheerful?! She inwardly griped. She was dying here. 

Her head started slipping into a fog, but she lapped up the herbs that Amalia deposited before her, gagging slightly as she swallowed because another contraction hit her like a tree, as the healer prodded her belly. "Watch itt" She snapped, though her words slurred slightly, and her tone wasn't as forceful as it could have been. She took Amalia's words in and let out a hissing breath, as she felt the next contraction building. Roman pushed- she didn't know she'd know HOW to push until the moment came, and it felt like her body was ripping apart. She pushed, her head rising from the ground, straining with effort, and as the contraction ended, and something slipped from her body. A pup? Her head thumped against the ground heavily, and she let out an exasperated sigh, and within seconds another contraction hit her. What the fuck?! Would she not get a break? Again she'd push- and the same process would repeat itself again the three more times, until she was quivering with exhaustion. She didn't have the energy to even greet the first pup, she hoped Drashiel and Amalia could tend to them. She didn't even have the energy to make herself care. Crystalline tears streamed from her eyes- Roman didn't often cry from pain, but she felt as if her body was being torn apart. She was exhausted. 

So she lay in the den trembling- the rational part of her mind wanted to ask if her pups were alive. "'up's ali-Ahhh" She broke off as another contraction ripped through her, and she tried to push, but she was just so exhausted. She heard a whine- and she scrabbled with what little energy she had left. Why was she.. what? How many pups could she have?! She gasped for air, and nearly screeched as another contraction ripped through her again, and this time she pushed something outside of her body. Gasping and trembling she lay there- wishing she were dead- wishing that she were anywhere but here.