The pain had started just before dawn, that familiar ache that came with her swollen belly that told her it was almost time. This time, she was more prepared when the pain started to roll through her. She focused on her breathing, sharp inhales in and slower exhales to help compensate for the sharp cramps that came with the labor process. It was now the middle of the afternoon, the contractions growing closer together as she beckoned her mate.
She had the herbs in front of her, the lavender to help her breathe though her stores were brittle and frail thanks to the lack of water in the area. This year came with it’s own challenges. The lake was drying up more and more and she worried that if it dried up completely, that the pups would be in danger, that both she and Oksana would experience low supplies of milk and not be able to feed their children
But she could only focus on one thing at a time. She sought Nash’s presence, the comfort he always brought to her… and everyone else, if they dared step near the den they might just lose a nose in the process.