The expectant mother heard the words lean on me and then could not focus on anything other than the pain. She did as was instructed and was overwhelmingly thankful that everyone was here and she wasn’t alone. Oh, what could have been if she had not run into Chan that desperate day. She didn’t even want to think about it. Leaning her swollen and stiff stomach against Jethro’s dark side she began to walk.
The others were around her as well, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer their questions and looked at the dark man thankfully when he did. They were shuffling really, at a snail's pace. It took so much energy just for her to put one paw in front of the other and try to ignore the waves of pain that gripped her whole body at increasing frequencies. They walked and they walked, it shouldn’t be taking this long but it was.
Looking up and seeing the den in the distance, but in eyesight brought tears of joy to Finley’s eyes, they were going to make it!
Then she felt something rip, and wetness hit the ground behind her. Stumbling down onto her belly she gasped when she saw the sight of a single cub, struggling against his birth sac. They had not made it back to the den, but her son was here, and he was alive. She had never had cubs before, but could tell by the way the pain was changing into background ache rather than a ripping pain that this was done. She was done.
Licking the mousy brown crown when the first cry came she murmured, ”Ryder.”