@Inali @Ryka @Lugh @Erebos feel free to post but only Tokino will be able to see the pups in this thread.
The pains had started so early in the morning that the sun had not begun to rise over the horizon. First just cramps like she had been experiencing sparsely over the past couple of weeks, though they were enough to awaken the expectant mother. Shifting her body weight Minka did her best to remain quiet so as not to disturb Tokino who she knew rested outside of the entrance. The rest of the future pack rested throughout the territory or shared the communal den but the former alpha had been spending her nights in the designated birthing den and resting easy with her mate standing guard. The pain intensified and the tawny woman reluctantly gave up any hope for sleep as she cringed.
Within an hour the Lagina woman was pacing in front of the den while her mate watched anxiously. Every so often she would stop as another wave of pain crashed over her, she would cringe and occasionally whimper before beginning her movements again. Whenever she tried to settle somewhere she became restless and would begin moving again, this continued for a couple of hours before she disappeared within the den and wouldn't like Tokino in. Whenever a muzzle strayed too close to the entrance a warning growl was instantly at Minka's lips, now was not the time for visiting.
It had been late afternoon or early evening when the first pup had made its grand appearance and already the woman had been exhausted. Hot all over and panting she turned to her little one, though what she saw brought out a cry of grief. The first one of her children hadn't survived long enough to even take a breath of air, beyond tiny the pup barely had any fur and it was clear before she even cleaned the sack off that it was dead. Still Minka dutifully licked away the mucus coating, cleaning the sparse sandy colour fur as she nuzzled the tiny thing, distracted from the pain. Quietly she gave the female one more lick and whined, "My poor little Whisper, you never even made it into the world." Pulling her close to her belly as if she would suckle Minka once more felt pain grip her belly.
The next pup was delivered and the third quickly after that, and once more the former leader set to work clearing out her children's nostrils and ears, smoothing out their pelts. A grey male and a larger black female had survived the pregnancy and gasped for air and called out in tiny squeaks as they instinctively squirmed towards their mother's teats where they would suckle. Exhausted as soon as her newborns finished their meal the new mother fell into a slumber, her tail wrapped around her children to keep them warm and safe, both the living and the deceased. As the sun painted the trees in a deep red as it set Minka awoke, sore and still weary but with a joyous heart, they had made it. Lifting her muzzle she finally chuffed for her mate, signalling that he would be now allowed into the den.