It was time. One litter of her own was enough for her to have learnt the signs of labour but even that first terrifying time she had of course realised what was happening. She was calmer this time (or at least as calm as you could be in the situation) knowing that the pain, each contraction it was all perfectly normal. Frith was never far these days, and she would let out a brief bark for her mate, knowing he would soon be on his way. Song had been there too to guide her through the last labour though where her sister was she had no idea now. She would be fine though she told herself, instincts and that additional knowledge combining to see her through just as well as it had last time. It would be a while yet though before the first pup showed his or her head and she would pace, concentrating upon her breathing as she waited for the labour to progress.
