Morningside Cuesta the british are coming! (they might be a while)

Khoe let out a breathy laugh and gently adjusted both herself and the pup so that she could get her fill while being stared down by both Momma Khoe and Daddy Gray. Without moving much or making much noise, she flattened her ears and whined through the next big contraction. She used her paws to need anxiously at the ground in front of her while her stub beat against the ground behind her. Her teeth bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, and though she had managed to draw a steady stream of blood, Khoe had bigger things to worry about.

For example, the next pup.

Now rather than arriving head first as the one before, this pup chose a more unconventional route and began to appear bottom first. Again, Khoe began to groom herself and nose at the sac while pushing with all the might her little body had in it. The pup had slid out to its midsection before she decided she needed a break and laid back on the ground, panting and out of breath. Almost instantly, the den dynamic changed. This one was giving her a lot more grief than the last; she felt like she was being closed in and needed more space. 

Grayday, she whined, I need to move. In other words, Get out.