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It was very late now and Iopah was no closer to sleep than she had been hours ago. Every minor complaint in the past two weeks was hitting all at once; unexplained twinges, dull pain along her back, and recurring nausea. She shivered and climbed awkwardly to her feet once again. She had a vague idea of what was starting to happen, but no clue as to how to ease or hasten the process. The breath hitched in her chest and she started another circuit. Her tiny clearing, bordered by a fallen cedar and thick tangle of salmonberry was pitch-black. The sun had set, but no moon, no stars had come out to illuminate the night. Iopah drew reassurance from familiar sounds and brushed against the edges of her den site with her quivering flanks as she paced a small circle. The dark had unnerved her first, but now she valued the secrecy of it; though she suspected at least one pair of eyes was watching her now.
With a loud sigh she eased back down to pant for a moment. Pink tongue came out with a wave of nausea to hurriedly lick her lips, but there was nothing to vomit up now. Her last meal was already in a cold pile just beyond the clearing. It passed just enough for her to lay back fully and rest her head on the needle-strewn ground. For a moment laboring mother and forest were still. The first contraction was enough to send her scrambling back to her feet. She whined as pain tightened down on her belly, shutting gold eyes till it began to subside. The entrance to her den was nearby, a narrow tunnel leading to a small chamber that offered refuge. Her eyes snapped open and she shuffled forward even before the pain fully faded. She was vulnerable in the open, pale ears pinned back at the soft sound of another and a low growl pressed out in warning as she reached the entrance of the den. Her sides scuffed narrowly at the earth-packed side and then all outside noises faded into the background.