Worst In Me
06-29-2017, 09:50 PM
It had taken her ages to find a suitable place to build her den. The luxury of searching far and wide was not one the irritable woman would be privy to so she only searched a handful of lands before settling on the orchard. It was one of the few places that still had some availability of prey even in the unrelenting snowfall. So she'd worked tirelessly to widen and spruce up an old abandoned den she found while surveying the area. It was far more work than she'd normally be willing to do, but this whole pregnancy deal had her feeling uncharacteristically maternal. Mara would dig the den, she'd dig the best fucking den in the whole damn world and the pups would love it and no one was gunna set foot within a mile of her young or they'd have hell to pay. If she was gunna do this, she'd do it well and wouldn't allow anyone to blunder in and fuck up her hard work. It'd been so long since she got to spar someone, the woman wouldn't look long to find an excuse to rip into someone.
She'd been lounging just outside her den, front legs crossed neatly in front of her whilst enjoying a well deserved rest. She should have known there was no rest for the wicked, as that was precisely when the pain began. Gritting her teeth, Mara waited for the first wave to subside and wasted no time in sending out a call to Feli and Ruthgar. Once her call was finished she waddled her way into the dark depths of her cozy den to suffer through what was about to happen.
Once flopped down and some degree of comfortable, the dark woman made a valiant effort to make the process go by as quickly as possible. The first pup took it's sweet, sweet time. The new mother might have been worried or concerned if she had any other kind of personality, but as it was she simply took it as a challenge and gritted her teeth, pressing on through the pain until at last the first child was born. The next two were a far easier time. Soon she would let her head fall to the ground, with three grunting pups nursing at her side. Sighing, Mara had no energy to reflect on things, instead being content to close her eyes and rest a while.
She'd been lounging just outside her den, front legs crossed neatly in front of her whilst enjoying a well deserved rest. She should have known there was no rest for the wicked, as that was precisely when the pain began. Gritting her teeth, Mara waited for the first wave to subside and wasted no time in sending out a call to Feli and Ruthgar. Once her call was finished she waddled her way into the dark depths of her cozy den to suffer through what was about to happen.
Once flopped down and some degree of comfortable, the dark woman made a valiant effort to make the process go by as quickly as possible. The first pup took it's sweet, sweet time. The new mother might have been worried or concerned if she had any other kind of personality, but as it was she simply took it as a challenge and gritted her teeth, pressing on through the pain until at last the first child was born. The next two were a far easier time. Soon she would let her head fall to the ground, with three grunting pups nursing at her side. Sighing, Mara had no energy to reflect on things, instead being content to close her eyes and rest a while.