It was a mild day, warm and sunny, and soft, fluffy clouds scattered across the otherwise very blue sky. That was one of the good things about living on a mountain, Kip thought - the sky always seemed much closer than it did from the valley. And normally, she'd be resting on a day like this, but she had honestly felt pretty good this morning, so she'd wandered a bit. Not too far, because she was heavily pregnant and she definitely wasn't stupid. But it was far enough that she became immediately alarmed when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, followed by something very wet on her hind legs.
She didn't know a lot about birth - just that it was supposed to be painful, and it could last several hours. At some point, she probably needed to push these pups out, too, and she was not looking forward to that particular part. Honestly, she wasn't looking forward to any part of this, except the whole... being done bit.
Kip groaned softly and waddled back to her den, squeezing in and curling up toward the back. The sharp scent of iron invaded her senses in the enclosed area - was she bleeding? - and she gagged a bit, looking back at her lower half. Sure enough, along with the weird liquid, there was blood clinging to her white fur. Her hips and stomach both ached and cramped, her flanks rippling with contractions. It didn't occur to her to call for help, but perhaps someone would be nearby anyway. It wasn't as though she particularly craved anyone in the den with her, but it'd be nice to have someone near, just in case.