March 19, 2022, 09:28 AM
Wylla felt like a whale. No, worse than that. She felt like a whale whose fins were so small they were damn near inoperable, only it was her legs that ached fiercely under her weight. She had never felt so bloated with previous pregnancies. This time, her belly felt fit to split in half.
She spent all her time walking around the hollow, never far from the mossy log under which she had dug her whelping den. Staying still was impossible. Her stomach writhed with lively kicks and it was impossible for her to get comfortable laying around, so she walked, trying to ignore the cramps that intermittently crawled through her abdomen and into her back. At times, she had to stop walking entirely and breathe through a particularly brutal bout of pain.
Sometime in the evening, she felt something shift and she knew her time was coming. Wylla hastened from the small lake back to the mossy log, pausing once or twice when an small contraction began. She arrived huffing and puffing through the start of another and clambered down into the dark den, gritting her teeth against the explosive pain in her lower belly.
It would be some hours still before Wylla was ready to give birth. She would labor well into the morning. @Mahler was always nearby. It was only a matter of time before he overheard her harsh breathing or her agonized groans and knew the time was near. She would insist upon her solitude, as she always had, but no doubt he would rush about gathering what supplies he could to prepare. Perhaps he would summon @Phaedra back from wherever she wandered as well.
All the while, Wylla would endure in the dark of the den.
She spent all her time walking around the hollow, never far from the mossy log under which she had dug her whelping den. Staying still was impossible. Her stomach writhed with lively kicks and it was impossible for her to get comfortable laying around, so she walked, trying to ignore the cramps that intermittently crawled through her abdomen and into her back. At times, she had to stop walking entirely and breathe through a particularly brutal bout of pain.
Sometime in the evening, she felt something shift and she knew her time was coming. Wylla hastened from the small lake back to the mossy log, pausing once or twice when an small contraction began. She arrived huffing and puffing through the start of another and clambered down into the dark den, gritting her teeth against the explosive pain in her lower belly.
It would be some hours still before Wylla was ready to give birth. She would labor well into the morning. @Mahler was always nearby. It was only a matter of time before he overheard her harsh breathing or her agonized groans and knew the time was near. She would insist upon her solitude, as she always had, but no doubt he would rush about gathering what supplies he could to prepare. Perhaps he would summon @Phaedra back from wherever she wandered as well.
All the while, Wylla would endure in the dark of the den.