Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

Despite her total languor lately, Wildfire managed not only to leave the den this sunny April morning but she even managed to catch herself a gopher for breakfast. She carried it back to the den site and leaned against the log's mossy exterior as she rapidly devoured her meal. Afterward, she was trying to muster up the energy to move herself inside when a cramp seized her gut. The Feisripa instinctively bent forward in case she needed to vomit, cursing herself for eating so fast. Fortunately, nothing came up and the pain quickly passed.

Slowly, she rose to all fours and maneuvered herself inside the fallen log, plopping down with a gusty sigh. It took her several minutes to get comfortable, only for a second wave of pain to wash through her the instant she settled. Wildfire began to wonder if it wasn't just a mere case of indigestion. She breathed through it and it passed just like before, then returned a third time about five minutes later.

She thought of calling for @Thuringwethil but she knew her mate was busy tending to her duties. The labor would take a while anyway and, truthfully, she kind of preferred to be left alone. Although she was bursting with excitement, Wildfire did her best to make herself comfortable and prepare for what was to come... only to fall fast asleep, despite the rhythmic contractions.

When she roused some indeterminate amount of time later, Wildfire noticed the light had changed. Wincing slightly, she craned her neck to peek outside and saw that it was overcast now. It looked like it might start raining any moment. She withdrew with a hiss as a sharp contraction wracked through her. Unsure of how long she'd been asleep, the Feisripa found herself yearning for the commander's presence after all as the delivery drew near.