((Warja and Rune first please, the other kids and any curious members may join afterwards.))
Alemea was burning up, the heat of summer pushing down upon her and no doubt was only amplified by the strain of her pregnancy. Even camped out in the shade of the trees along the edge of the pack denning site she felt like some part of her must be on fire. Then she felt herself cramp up… a wave of pain rippling up her abdomen and she knew exactly what was about to happen. The snowy woman tossed her head back and called for her children and husband. The woman wondered if she ought to try and move towards the den… but wasn’t sure she could make it on her own and would rather not risk falling.
Instead Alamea focused on her breathing, in in, out out. At least this time she wasn’t stranded just off shore… in the middle of a storm. So far things were better than the first time around, and things had turned out alright with her first litter. That thought helped to calm the woman some.
