Feeling as if her time was drawing near, Amaryllis knew what she had to do and as she studied the bear den before her, seeing the scattering scraps of pelts, mostly of rabbits and deer that she had collected over her time in the Hollow, wondered if it had been too daring of her to assign the bear den as her birthing den. The communal den, she knew was further north and she had kept note of where both Oula's and Pip's were, just in case. So she knew she wouldn't be intruding on their space when it came to to the birth of her own cubs. But still, something wiggled in the back of her mind.
Deep down, something, perhaps it was worry, reminded her of what had happened with Oula's last birth. It told her should be digging her own den somewhere much safer, like in the bluffs. After all, if a storm did touch down like it did back then, she wouldn't have to worry about being blown away in the stones.
Besides, what if the bear came back to reclaim its old home? The little voice niggles in the back of her mind. What would happen then, especially if it came back during the crucial time when her children were about to come into the world? She wouldn't be able to defend herself very well would she?
But Amaryllis pushed those thoughts from her mind. After helping Pip dig her den, she honestly didn't feel like digging another den, even for herself. And she highly doubted that the bear would ever come back, given how long it had been since she had even last scented one. No, this den would be fine. It should be fine.
But part of her did worry about what had happened with Oula last year, being caught out like she had been and having to give birth under a old fallen tree. Though the bear den was sturdy and large, more then enough to fit herself, the pups and Rook with more then enough space to spare, the niggling feeling she should build her den somewhere built surrounded by stone was becoming more and more tempting as the longer the thought clung to her.