The young Tainn was terrified.
Somehow in the span of a month she had lost both her younger siblings. Where the hell had they vanished to? Her father's trail was lost in an avalanche, her own agemate sibling wanted to be anywhere but with her and her youngest brother had driven home the point that maybe they were missing because they wanted to be. How was she meant to be a good mother if she couldn't even be a good big sister? How was she meant to be a mother at all when her own had hardly been there for her?
Her breath was coming in short sharp gasps, turning her head to run along her own flank left her more worried than the pain alone. It was rock hard, then soft, then the pain would come again and everything would go hard. Was this normal? And how were they meant to get out?
She'd be lying if she hadn't considered the possibility that they would burst from her stomach much like a butterfly from a caccoon, leaving her a dried out husk attached to a branch but oh god. Her mother had borne so many litters and she didn't bare any disfiguring scars that she had seen. Treyah tried to get her breathing under control as stars began to dance in the corner of her vision. This wasn't going to do her any good at all. She might as well retreat to under the tree where her mother had given birth to make sure everything was ready.
After no small amount of sratching and rearranging so everything was just so, she found herself rather worn out. There was nothing new in that, really, not since she had begun to show anyway. If she just settled down for a moment...
Warm wetness pooled at her back and for a moment she was terrified that she may have wet herself. She spun in worry, unable to fight the urge to push, the first small wet body leaving her own. It took her a moment to register just what had happened. A panicked yelp left her jaws, "@Draven!?" Wondering if it was the father of her children lurking just outside the den, or if it was @Garmir or @Kerberos instead? She was panicked. What was she supposed to do? She stood there, eyeing the dark bundle with a mixture of awe and fear as it lifted it's oversized head to try and break free of the membrane that coated it's head an back. "Oh shi-" She quickly moved to clean the child, curling protectively around it as another contraction overtook her. How long was this meant to go for? Before she could worry too much a second child was wriggling under her tail and she carefully turned herself to clean it as she had the first. This one was a girl, and the Tainn was so exhausted she shook as she fussed over her children. She had never seen two more perfect puppies in all her life.