<blockquote>Any day she waited for her pups to be ready to meet her face to face. Each day seemed longer than the next in wait for them. She was beyond uncomfortable. She did not believe there was any more room in there, and at any jolts of pain was in hope for more to continue to bring them here. They ended up only being practice contractions, ceasing over time, and she'd quietly sigh with a faint smile continuing what she'd been doing. Today..today would be different. She had no knowledge of it being so. She had tediously worked on the Grizzly Hollow den the last month making sure things were in order, and her morning routine was accomplished with nothing new. The only change was the sky, it was at first a pale grey, boring, and dull. Then the storm clouds began pressing in with promise of a good rain.
It was midday when she first picked up the change outside, and in. The air was lit with a prickling static that tingled her bones, and rose her hair. Every breath was tinted with moisture, and inside the familiar ache struck, but this time they did not dull they became more fierce, more frequent. There was no doubting what would come. She did not struggle against it, but embraced it, and dug her paws hard against the ground. She was not going to give birth in any spot but the Grizzly Hollow den. She was very stubborn about this, and ran in the rain for as long as she could to the familiar circle of trees.
Jogging soon proved a bigger gut ache, and the rain set in. It was gentle, and softly swept against her sleek coat. The scent kept her calm, and made it easy to maintain her wits. Her only question was where was Borden? She did not like the idea of him being far. No Elettra, and no Arlette nor Trisden she did not have a female she was confident to help nor comfort her. It was her mate she wanted. A whine vibrated her throat at both the want, and sharp jab of pain to her tender insides. <b><i>"Almost home,"</i></b> she whispered to them, and sank her teeth in the insides of her cheeks. She kept walking, though it was certainly more waddle of sorts. Thankfully she had not gone far today and saw the den like a beckoning light. <i>Home.</i> Warm, dry, safe, and sound. Wincing with another contraction she stomped through the mud, and crawled inch by inch up the incline. At last she wiggled herself into the den happy to find it clear. After another wave of hurt, she began to pant, and then rose her muzzle to the sky. Loudly as she could she called for her mate, and sang a song of pups to come for the wolves of the Hollow.
After that everything went both slow, and yet at a blur. She had barely finished calling when she was helping the first pup. Whether if it was because this was the second time, or just easy he came quickly, and she checked him with her cool nose to his forehead. He was alive, and well. She quickly cleaned him from snout to tail, and tucked him close to her side. She was half disturbed because he looked so much like her first born son, but her mind had little time to fall to the sorrow of Prosper's memory. The second wanted here as well, and took a little longer than the first. There was the similarity again, this one grayish-white and a boy like Hocus. She should be happy not bothered she scolded herself quietly. Of coarse they were going to look like their siblings! She nosed the little boy, and nudged him beside his brother. He gave a single <span class='word'>pip</span> and began to eat. Thus the third would easily work herself to join them. She was like a mini-Trisden too and Jayse felt the pinch of sadness. She quickly kissed her daughter, and washed her well. The whole time she let out several <span class='word'>pips</span> of her discomfort until she was back by her brother's side. Jayse grinned at the notion, and half wondered if she was done. She was panting more harshly now, and wasn't sure if there was new pain, or just the same.
Suddenly there was a great stretch, and another pup...a little white girl, half the size of her siblings entered the world. Jayse swiftly took her gently in her jaws, and placed her in between her legs while the others nurses. Something was wrong, the little one was not moving. Her warm tongue found her face, and desperately began to stroke over and over the warm body.
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(This post was last modified: May 22, 2012, 05:20 AM by Jaysyek.)