The last few weeks of her pregnancy had been especially tough for the aging wolfess, fatigue and nausea both returning in force, keeping her mostly den-bound. Her anxiety had only grown the further along she got, her waking hours spent worrying about every little thing that might affect her unborn pups, while her sleep was plagued by nightmares of flashing teeth and pale orange eyes. Neither serving to alleviate her growing physical discomfort.
She hadn’t even been able to visit Finley, having to hear about her ordeal through Chan – not exactly soothing her own fears. Perhaps that was why, when she first felt the pains, in the early hours of the morning, she didn’t acknowledge them, trying instead to go about as normal. Shuffling the short distance down to the water for a drink, even forcing herself to eat, just like every other morning that week. She spent the day trying to distract herself, though she couldn’t do much other than openly ignore the increasing strength of the cramps seizing her body over and over.
By sunset, she finally had to admit the truth, sending out a short, sharp howl to let her partner know the time had come. Whatever might await them, she wanted him at her side. Breathing heavily now, she squeezed herself back into the narrow den, trying to find a comfortable position, readying herself for the labour ahead. Still, it would be far into the night before it began in earnest.
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