Rune was the first to arrive, not surprising she had not failed to notice his choice of duties and suspected that he was doing his best to keep an eye on her, though she’d never tell him she knew. She smiled at his approach, wincing briefly before the smile returned. He nosed at her side before turning to look at her. "I’m fine." She spoke softly, though her words were undermined by another contraction rippling through her and causing her to wince. "Just being here is enough." Alamea did her best to assure him, knowing full well it couldn’t be easy for him to watch this and know there wasn’t much he could do.
Mercifully their daughter would arrive next. A small chuckle pulling from her lips as Warja spoke. "Should have asked earlier, I’m afraid it’s a bit late at this point.” She felt a pearl of pride at hearing her daughter’s question, knowing her little girl was taking charge of the situation. "A well as to be expected, the contractions are still spaced out a bit," she screwed her eyes shut for a moment feeling her abdomen tighten up again, "but always getting closer." Warja spoke again and Alamea paused for a moment, mentally calculating before nodding. "With some help I should be good." She looked at her mate, knowing he’d step in.
Slowly she shifted, folding legs under herself before slightly shakily rising to her paws. Leaning into her husband they began to the slow journey to the den. Alamea would falter ever so slightly during a contraction, grateful for the larger frame of her mate supporting her. Finally they would make it to the den and she slid gratefully inside. Just in time for another contraction.
With a slight whine she struggled to stay on her paws, unwilling to collapse as she so wished. Especially now any sort of fall could be disastrous and she was determined to protect the pups as long as possible. Sliding slowly onto her side she tensed again, feeling the contractions closing the gap between each one. No doubt the small walk to the den had helped with that.
