The shift from day to dusk was taking it's steady turn across the forest, the last rays light gone as the sun sank below the western mountains, leaving the spectral woods shrouded in a soft blue twilight. Spieden had kept herself busy for the day as always, fishing little smelt from the river to sate the voracious appetite that had hit in full force once the nausea had subsided. It was easier to tune out and forget there were things growing inside her when she kept her mind and paws busy. But as birdsong gave way to the nightly chorus of frogs, she knew it was about time for her to head back towards the pack den to turn in for the night.
She had started her slow waddle upstream, enjoying the pull of cold water over her tired paws when she felt a pain deep in her gut. Her ears folded, just cramps, surely? Perhaps she had just overdone the fishing today. But the ache persisted, coming in waves that finally had her doubled over, teeth gritted as she sharply inhaled. Her eyes widened as she felt a pop, a damp feeling soon trickling down her legs and though she didn't dare look she knew she couldn't deny the reality of her situation any longer.
"Fuck fuck fuck," She muttered through clenched teeth as she pressed forward. She hadn't made a den of any sort for herself, and of course it was too late to start now. She knew the river like the back of her paw though, and she figured the little abandoned otter den would have to do. With fresh spring growth it was harder to find, but eventually she found the little burrow set into the bank under a leafy hedge, it's opening sloping down towards the water. Spieden squeezed herself in, paws frantically scraping at the damp soil to broaden the long passageway that had once served the more lithesome creatures to allow her considerable bulk inside.
Spieden squeezed herself into the end chamber, finding just enough room to lay down if she kept her back firmly against the wall. The waves of pain had become constant now, unable to do anything but become a spectator to whatever horrors her body decided to unleash upon her. She didn't know what to do, whatever talk of the birds and bees she had before was long gone and lost to dusty old memories. But somehow it came naturally, her body instinctively pushed through the persistent pain.
When a slimy creature finally emerged from her backend Spieden knew to pull it closer, fighting revulsion as she cleared the effluvium from its coat. She could barely see it in the dark. Two eyes, two ears, a little nose, a chubby little body like a seal pup. A little girl. Her little girl. The sensation as the cub began to feed was one that wasn't entirely unfamiliar, but there was no wrongness to it as there had been before. But soon she was distracted as the contractions returned with renewed vigor, the pup that slid from her body tended to much more quickly now that she knew what she was doing. A little boy, determinedly squirming with vigor until he was placed alongside his sister to feed.
Spieden sighed, her head tiredly flopping to the ground, watching the two new little lives she had created. She didn't know what was to happen now, but for the moment, she was proud.