The silver Queen was curled up in her den, trying to get comfortable. Her stomach had not swelled nearly as much as her last litter, but she was still pregnant and therefore uncomfortable. She spent most of her nights tossing and turning, trying aimlessly to find a comfortable position. It was a useless battle that left her exhausted when the morning came. She just wanted one night of decent sleep. Just one. A growl vibrated in her throat as coral eyes glared at nothing. In the past days she had seen her pain in the ass brother, and even claimed herself a new little slave, one that was very much to her liking. She had no idea what her brothers plans where, but she would be ready for anything. Weeks before, Kylar had claimed his love for her, much to her surprise. Though nothing seemed to have been set in stone, she wavered on what was acceptable and what was unacceptable. Neither had talked much since then, aside from shared nights and little moments here and there. A sigh heaved her chest as she rolled around again. Giving up, the Queen pulled herself from her den, eyes catching the early morning sun. Her bodice stretched, chest dipping downward as she stretched stiff muscles though it did little to help her back or swollen sides. A yawn split her jaws, her crown shaking in an attempt to rid herself of exhaustion. Powerful stilts carried her away from her den, deeper into the heart of her home. Her stomach growled, demanding to be fed. She knew she needed to hunt, but just the idea made her even more tired. Audits would twitched, catching the faintest of foot falls, ones she had become keen to hearing. A small smile tugged at her lips as the woman kept moving, he would catch up. His tantalizing scent swirled in her nose, making her impatient to his presence. A slight pain contracted her belly, not enough to be truly bothersome. Coral pools would turn in his direction, looking over her shoulder. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Massive male moved with unusual grace for his size, muscles rippling and flexing beneath sleek pelt as long legs pulled his frame along at an easy lope. Unlike Cataleya he had not been taking this pregnancy hard, had not been having issues sleeping and was not feeling uncomfortable. That was probably mostly the reason he had been secretly avoiding her as of late. He didn't want to rub in the fact that he was happy and content when she was not. So mostly he would slip in and out of her presence, hoping to go as unnoticed as possible. But even though he dreaded being with her whenever he was away he felt off, wrong in a strange sense. So today he had dragged himself away from the boarders and turned inwards, heading towards Cat's den. He started off at a walk and then slowly he had moved into a long legged trot, massive paws pressing heavily into the ground. But even though he had quickened his pace it seemed that she was already one step ahead of him, having left her den. For a moment he would pause, head lifting as nostrils flared to try and pinpoint her scent. He sighed, blowing air heavily out of his lungs as ears swivelled and strained to catch any sound of his queens passage. From what he could tell she wasn't long gone. So he would turn, starting off at a lope to catch up quicker but slowly he would ease himself to the trot as her slender form would come into view. A smile would tug at the corners of his lips as head would lower in his customary manner. Long legs pulled him to her side, weight shifting so shoulder bumped against her hip gently. "Whatcha dooooin'?" He asked easily, voice a low rumble that rolled up from somewhere deep in his chest. She looked like she was on a mission of sorts. Was this some sort of craving that pregnant women got? Bunnies? Fish? Caribou? Berries? He knew his sister had always wanted berries and peppermint for some random reason. Or maybe it was something not pregnancy related, though he doubted it, and she was out on business. Had someone howled that he had missed? HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Sure enough, his would find his way to her, bumping against her hip before sliding up next to her. Her skull would tip slightly so she better meet his gaze, a smile tugging at her lips as he asked what do was doing. Her pace would slow, her weight leaning heavily against him, absorbing his warmth. "Trying to be comfortable." Words were bitter, tinted with irritation and need. She did not miss being pregnant, she rather hated the whole experience. "What are you doing? Other than not showing your face anywhere." A brow lifted in speculation as she pulled away just need to scrutinize him. His absence had not gone unnoticed. He avoided her like a plague, popping in as if to say 'I'm alive' and then disappearing again. He'd even gone so far as to ignore the call for a hunting party. Irritation had blanketed her words. So much for not going anywhere... She recalled back to when he had claimed to be beside her. The mere memory had rage bubbling in her chest, eyes igniting with liquid fire, though she said nothing. Muscles stiffened, bringing her to a halt. Pain continued to throb in her abdomen, only her anger could mask it, could push it to the back of her mind. Vibrant eyes pierced him with an unforgiving stare. The sooner this pregnancy was over, the better. Her blood boiled as she stood silently, awaiting his bullshit explanation. She had allowed him a fleeting moment of trust,, she trusted that he would stay beside her, and while he stayed within the forest, he was as far from her side as he could get. Silver bodice trembled with an overwhelming amount of emotion. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

She was angry, he could already tell that but despite her anger his smile wouldn't waiver, instead it would just grow and spread turning a bit more mischievous even as she bristled. He side stepped a bit as she spoke, words bitter and a bit resentful as if she blamed him for all of this. Now why would that be? His smile continued to grow. "And hows that going for you?" He asked cheerfully in a strangely singsong voice, eyes dancing wit an internal light even as he continued to edge further and further away. Her next words were more purposeful, directly shot at his lack of appearance. Even at the pack meeting. A slightly nervous laugh would slither up his throat as his ears folded against his skull. He didn't really want to tell her he had avoided the pack meeting because he had been worried she would be hormonal that day? So what other excuse would work? What would make her not snap and freak out? Well probably nothing so anything was better then no answer at all. "Uh yeah? Hehe? Slept in for the pack hunt? Looooovvve yooouuuu..." His last words were drawn out in a singsong voice again, well as lyrical as his gruff rumbling voice could be. They were separated a bit more now, Kylar already prepared for an outburst that was bound to come. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Eyes narrowed as he spoke, his voice awfully cheer. His question caused her lips to lift in a snarl. Did he really want to mock her right now? Her stomach contracted, forcing out a growl, but she was far to angry to pay much attention. It would take a moment, but he finally started to show some nervousness. His ears fell back against his skull, a nervous chuckle rolling off his tongue. The more he spoke, the angrier she got. He would step away, drawing out his words obnoxiously. She would follow him, not letting him get to far from her reach. Ears fell back against her skull, her hackles lifting as eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "You slept in?" Her voice was soft as silk, tainted only by the venom that seethed from her pours. Toes would spread, claws digging into the earth as her weight rocked back onto hind legs. The moment her weight fell back, she sprung forward, aiming for her chest to collide with his shoulder. Jaws unhinged, snapping towards any piece of flesh she could get a hold of. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Thinly veiled rage was evident on the woman's face and for some reason he was having fun poking at the proverbial bear today. Even as he tried to create a bit of distance between the she would follow only allowing him to get so far and it basically ended up with them walking diagonally at first before Ky started moving into a tighter pattern and then began to do an awkward outwards circle dance. All the while he would smile even as her ears would pin to her skull and silken words words drip for ebony lips. She was angry, that much was so obvious it was almost funny to him. In fact it was funny. He found it absolutely hilarious that any sense of humour she had once held was gone now in light of their current circumstances. He was moving even as her weight was rocking back, already well aware of what was going to happen. Trail snapped between hind legs as powerful haunches coiled beneath him and launched him well away from Cat's reach. "Chase me Cat!!!" He hollered even as he sprinted away. It would be interested no doubt, he was made for power but his running was seriously lacking. He had no doubt in his mind that he would eventually have to turn and face her assault. Though he hoped that in her late stage of pregnancy she might be slowed down a bit. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

He moved in intricate patterns, attempting to throw her off, but once you spend so much time with someone, you get used to the way they moved. She matched his footing, though missing him as she lunged forward. He took off, tail tucked, yelling for her to chase him. A snarl ripped free from her jaws as she sprinted after him. He had never been a runner, he was far to large. Long legs carried her after him, hot on his heels, her lighter weight making her faster. Tail stream lined behind her, claws digging into the earth to propel her forward. Her pace would falter, pain shooting through her abdomen, powerful enough to demand her attention. Jaws clenched as she tried to ignore it, hoping maybe is just was a cramp. But when her step would falter again, forcing her place to slow as she tumbled into a heap on the ground, she knew. Jaws parted, panting both from her running and now the pain. Contractions rattled her frame, worse than she remembered, forcing a whine from her jaws. Her body would heave, readying itself to expel the live inside her. Ears remained pinned tightly against her skull, the Queen sucking in air as pain radiated her body. Damn him! She was already far from the den, to far to attempt to return. Rage still made her blood boil, though now pain mingled it, only amplifying her emotions. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

He was getting exactly what he wanted and yet she was ready for him. She sprinted and weaved with him, for a moment he would cast a look over his shoulder and grin at her though his hind legs remained lowered to the ground as if it might be able to propel him a bit further faster then his pursuer. His head would swing back around as he realized his inability to see his path might be what lead to his ultimate downfall. No one ever looked good running face first into a tree? So he would spring, for a short time feeling her hot breath on his haunches and the sound of her teeth clicking but then he would here her step falter, giving him a bit more of an edge and he would throw on a bit of extra speed to give him some more distance. He tossed a glance over his shoulder again to see her do a sort of weird tuck and roll flop onto the ground. Had she tripped? His smile faltered and he would slow, concern now spreading over his features. Was she okay? Making a quick U turn he would lope back, massive paws slapping agains the ground with little concern for stealth at this point. "Cat?" He asked now, worry tinging his voice as he stepped a bit closer. This was either her faking it to get him closer or something was wrong. For that reason alone he would keep a short distance, thought head would lower and ears pricked. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

She would hear his approach, but she couldn't bring herself to unfurl her body to look at him. Contractions had forced to curl up into a ball, her breath haggard, pain etched into her features. She would recognized her name, but couldn't yet form a reply. The contractions grew closer together, pain ruthlessly wracking her body, every so often dragging a whine free from clenched jaws. With that experience from her last little, she knew what the expect, but something was wrong. Her body demanded that she push, demanded that she expel the pup inside her, but nothing happen. There was no relief after immense pressure. Worry turned to panic, her gaze shooting to Kylar. For the first time in her life, fear clouded her gaze, widening her eyes. Panic made her breathe hitch, her heart skip a beat. Her body would heave again, forcing the Queen to push. "Kylar?" His name was forced through clenched jaws, but was high with panic. She had no idea what was happening or what to do. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

She was curling into herself, sides convulsing with contractions and thankfully he clicked in almost immediately. She was in labour. The contractions were quickening and it was obvious that the baby would be coming here and now with no time to get back into the den. He was starting to panic. He knew nothing about child birth, knew nothing about what he could do if something went wrong. His mother had given him a crash course when he was 6 months old but that seemed forever ago. Hopefully it would go as smoothly as Secret's birth had but it seemed even as he thought that she would look at him eyes wide and fearful. His name would slip from her lips and his shoe world would come crashing down. He didn't even have anyone to call, no one to fall back on. This was all on his shoulders. 'Don't push with the contractions until I get back. It'll be okay." His words were an attempt to be soothing but his voice wavered and shook. With that he would turn and run, faster then he had run when being chased by Cat because now it was fear and worry that followed him. From what it had looked like her contractions had been weak. Maybe her cervix was still closed. That was all he could think of, his only guess. Caulophyllum? He had to find it? Eyes darted to and fro as he run and he didn't know how long he was done but finally he would find it and he would diva at it, snatching up a mouthful and tearing it up at the roots. If this didn't work he had another plant he could find but it was far less likely to be easily found. He turned far enough to throw dirt clods in the air and he was off again, sprinting to Cataley'a side. The plant was spat out and slowly he would rip up leaves and a few roots before nosing it towards her. "Swallow the leaves and put roots under your tongue or in your cheek and suck on it. It should help?" It was the first time there was worry or doubt in his voice as he walked around her and moved to curl up behind her, allowing his chin to press against her far shoulder in an attempt to pull her into him. If this didn't work he didn't know what he would do... HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

The look on his face only made things worse. She could see the panic there, hear the doubt in his words. But before she could say anything he was gone. She would attempt to ignore the contractions and the urge to push, but it became increasingly hard. The Queen sucked in air, her panic spreading like a wildfire through her entire system. One the thundering of paws would relieve some of the tension. He dropped some plants before her, shredding them before giving her instructions on what to do. She would do as she was told, swelling the leaves and taking the root into her mouth, tucking it against her cheek. As she did so he would rise, circling around her to lay at her back, curling against her and pulling her closer. It would take a moment before the herbs took affect. Contractions continued to assault her and she would give into her instincts to push. Muscles tensed, exhaustion sweeping over her as she pushed. It seemed like an eternity before the pressure would build to unbearable amounts and then it was gone. With a final heave, she had expelled the little bastard from her body, much to her relief. Following her instincts, she would reach to care for the child, breaking the sac and cleaning it before nestling it against her belly. As soon as the pup was busy nursing her body would go limp with exhaustion, the woman leaning back against Kylar. Her crown would lower until it rested on her paws, sleep threatening to claim her, but she needed to get back to her den first. Some tortures just never ended. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Her world had been peaceful for so long. She was content. And then all of a sudden, pressure built around her, pushing towards something unknown. She fought back, resisting. She was happy here, she didn?t want to leave. She had been all alone, plenty of space all to herself, and now she was being evicted. No matter how hard she fought, she kept being pushed. Pressure built uncomfortably around her, squeezing her way to tight. She squirmed uselessly. It was a lost cause. She was expelled into the world. It was cold. She squirmed, tiny jaws parting, sucking in air. It burned her lungs, causing the little girl to squeal in protest. She squirmed blindly, rolling around on the earth, attempting to follow her nose. The scent of her mother would be imprinted in her brain, followed by the warmth and security. Tiny black jaws parted, latching onto her life source, suckling hard until her belly was full and she drifted into sleep. Speech Thought Others

Thank god it seemed to be working, nature taking over and tension slowly eased from his muscles as she relaxed a bit more. If you could call child birth relaxing. It wasn't. She pushed and pushed and what seemed like forever later a small form would slip from her and thankfully Cat would continue to take the lead, reaching back to free and clean the small form before pulling it into her belly. One. Just one. Cat had seemed smaller then Secret had with his first litter but then again he had just assumed that her larger farm could handle it better. But just one. That was perfect, just like the woman now leaning into him and the pup nestled into her belly. "Let get back to the den now." He murmured softly, leaning forward to nestle into her shoulders, nibbling between her shoulder blades tenderly before leaning over completely to place a gentle lick atop their child's head. He nuzzled her and nudged her slightly until she rolled a bit. A girl, a beautiful baby girl. Slowly he would stand, moving his skull under Cat's shoulder so she would't fall if she couldn't support her own weight. But slowly he would either ease her to the ground or release his hold so she could lift herself up. "Lean against me, I'll carry her." He said easily, words a rumble as he reached over Cat to pluck up the tiny, still moist form of his newborn daughter by her scruff. She curled into a perfect little ball as Ky stood and waited for Cat to join him so they could go back to the den where she could rest. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

In the back of her mind she expected more puppies, but no further contractions came, much to her relief. Kylars voice broke through her sleepy fog, his gentle nips at her shoulders only waking her further. She would feel his weight shift as he began to lean over her towards her pup. Instinctively she would react, her muscles tensing, lips twitching in a faint snarl as she curled around her newborn. Sharp eyes watched his every movement as he nosed their child, rolling her over. A little girl. "Basanti Anja." She spoke mostly to herself as she named the little girl, not sure where the name from. Her Duke would rise, supporting her so the she didn't fall over. But she would roll onto her belly, supporting herself despite the exhaustion that was setting in. She would watch through narrowed eyes as he leaned to pick up the newborn, silently daring him to harm her baby in anyway, intentional or not. She would push herself to her paws, legs shaky, her gaze never leaving that tiny form of her daughter. With slow steps she would follow Kylar, her eyes never leaving him or Basanti. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

Their baby's name would roll off Cat's tongue and softly Kylar would smile, not really taking it personally that Cat hadn't cared to let him help her name their daughter. Though he took note of her watchful gaze as he picked up their child. He would return it, eyes narrowing slightly as he glared back at her. Did she really not trust him that much? Even Secret who he had barely known when she had given birth had been more trusting of letting him carry two of their children back to her den. But he would say nothing, trying to be conscientious of the fact she was still a mother and could be protective of her child if she wanted to. She stood and supported herself but still he would stay close in case she needed him and so she could be close to their daughter. He moved slowly, leading her back to her den before pausing outside and letting her slip inside first. Tentatively he would reach in after she had settled to place Basanti beside Cat though he would remain outside for the time being. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

The golden brute walked silently through the sinister forest, braver now than he had ever been. These woods were now his home, and he could walk with his head held a centimeter higher. He would never get too carried away with his confidence. Laughing quietly at the thought, Lekan would make his way to his master's den. He would always be ready to serve Cataleya, especially as the dark queen reached the peak in her pregnancy. As the boy neared its entrance, however, his amethyst eyes would cloud over with dread. The large male was there again. Kylar. The massive brute that spent so much time with his queen. The slave wasn't jealous, of course. Kylar was the father of her unborn child. But he couldn't help- That thought died as quickly as it appeared. The child was unborn no longer. The young man could smell blood and musk in the air, the kind that could only come with the birthing of pups. He felt a surge of excitement and quickened his steps, choosing to approach the den from it's other side. This was no time to fight with Kylar, but it could be the perfect time to avoid him. So the golden boy came to the entrance and perked his ears readily as he heard shuffling inside. He sniffed cautiously. He smelled once daughter, but all other scents were masked. Or perhaps only one pup had been born. Lekan attempted to sneak his head around and catch a glimpse inside the den. He meant to make his presence known, it was nothing more than that. He wouldn't admit that he was a bit curious. WORDS HERE

He would turn the look of narrowed eyes. He had taken offense. It rolled off her like water, she was far to tired to deal with any bullshit. She would walk beside him as he led them all back the den. She would slip inside first, turning as Ky placed Basanti inside. She would get comfortable, curling around her newborn before looking towards the entrance. She was about to speak, wanting Kylar to come in, when another head popped up. Lips curled back, a snarl ripping free from her jaws, hackles lifted as she curled tighter around the baby. Even Lekan was her little gem, she did not want him anywhere near her child right now. Lips remained curled, a growl filling the den as she watched Lekan with eyes like a hawk. This would not end well for the boy, especially with Kylar standing right outside. Eyes remained fixated on what little she could see of the two brutes. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE