Babus

She was ready, prepared to give birth to the little ones that she would so love. Her tail would swish along the den floor, ears perking as she heard Spencer’s voice. “Come on in, Spence.” She would invite. The little ones were not here yet, but soon, soon they would arrive.

Her once mate would arrive timely as well, and Marina would look at him with a gentle look. “I’m glad.” And she was. She wanted these little ones to know their father, to see that they were loved. She would shift, feeling the contractions rack her body with their presence.

She was beginning the process of pushing when she heard another voice -- female -- call out to Nako. For a moment panic seized her. Did he have a mate!? But then, realizing by her question that no other female mated to a male would be so excited to have another female bearing pups she would dismiss the thought.

She would meet the golden eyes of the female, giving another sweet smile. “Soon.” She would promise. ..and very shortly after the firstborn would enter the world. A monster sized pup, but a true beauty cloaked in green and black, would emerge from her. Marina would begin the process of cleaning the little one, eagerly set to the task. Hell, one might even guess that she enjoyed the birthing process as much as she had enjoyed the pregnancy.

Then came the process of giving birth to the second born. Another female, she would learn, as she cleaned the coat mainly comprised of black and light blue. Another beauty, smaller than her sister and a little sweetheart if Marina ever saw one.

The last pup however was not coming so easily. Marina was getting weary, despite her happy demeanor, and she was trying to take a moment to catch her breath. Ears would flick back, eyes narrowing slightly as she pushed harder once again, finally producing the last little bundle. Another girl, coated in chocolate brown and white -- color neither parent had. It had come from Marina and Spencer’s father -- as had the bit of spotting.

Marina would wearily set about cleaning her lastborn, tail giving a weak wag. The smell of blood and birth invaded her senses, and the female found much of her energy spent. She would finish cleaning the last one and move her to her side, setting her head on her paws as she called out to those outside the den.

“They’re here~”

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