Nova Peak pringoals

Bazi was well aware that this was now how babies were born, but she had convinced herself that the bird was speaking in code. It would do something to her - peck her, poison her - and out would come the babies.. too early to survive, and she would be free. Would her belly just shrink-wrap around the space they left behind? Would her raw, swollen teats simply drop off?


As she stood there, genuinely pondering abortion by magpie, maternal instinct awoke from its slumber and rapped her hard over the head. A shiver cut through her, closely followed by the tight squeeze of a particularly powerful cramp. Bazi gasped and sank to the ground, turning her upper body awkwardly to inspect her rear. Two seconds. Five. Ten. Nothing. Short, shaky breaths wobbled the wolf's belly, and she turned slowly around to face the strange little bird on its branch. "No.. thanks," she murmured, eyeing it with fresh suspicion.