Rippling cramps danced their way across the young woman's sides as her body instinctively began to push. She'd seen women from her old pack give birth out in the middle of the open. It was bloody, messy, and did not always simply result in life. She'd seen puppies - and even mothers - die from birth, and for a half a moment, Asha wished that the whole process would kill her. She couldn't care for puppies - she could hardly care for anything at all. She didn't wish the puppies death, of course, because this was absolutely not their fault. In fact, if Asha were more in tune with these types of feelings, she'd say that she already cared for the tiny creatures within her womb.
A soft moan escaped her as something finally slipped from her, and she took a glance behind her to see a soft, gray bundle of fur. It was still - not squirming like most newborn puppies. The silver wolf licked at it and tried to prompt it to take a breath, but the infant boy was lifeless. The sight, for a moment, coaxed a primal instinct of sadness from the mother, who felt tears burn her eyes before she could stop it.
But she didn't have time to grieve - nor did she want to. Instead, she continued to push, having discovered that her job was not finished yet. This time, the process was quicker, and a silver-and-red little girl was born into the world, squealing and squirming and healthy. The mother quickly cleaned her and nudged the infant toward her stomach so that she could eat something. There was only a little emotion involved - mostly instinct. The robot allowed her body to move for her, and curled up a bit around the puppies (dead and alive), with her face angled toward the den entrance.
She'd almost drifted to sleep before realizing that the young girl was not receiving any food from her mother. And, now that she was paying attention, her teats hadn't grown as they should have. Panic settled slowly in the young mother's chest, her brows knitting together in worry. What was she to do if she couldn't feed her puppy?