Hell

@Iqniq surprise

It was a whopping ninety degrees. Tonravik was growing more pregnant by the day, and with that came more conditions she had to deal with. The cramping was consistent. Her stomach was sensitive and swollen, as were the objects her children would most desire. The unattractive wolf had become all the uglier in the process, and she glowed with an obvious hatred toward everything and anything. She kept others away unless they had food, though she had her times when she allowed others to linger in her presence... so long as it was done so silently.

In her was the future of the pack. And the things within her were not shy in letting her know of their growth, her cramps only becoming greater. She was able to tolerate it now, used to it. It did not make her any less irritable.

She lay outside, beneath a large tree near her cave. Her mate was always near when he could be... and her eyes sought him now. The large bear of a woman who was the heaviest she had ever been heaved herself upward, grunting in the process.

It was then something very peculiar happened.

Something fluttered within her, unique to any and all other sensations she had felt. The leader froze, staring absently forward... and felt it again.

They kicked.

Some mothers might find this very movement alone worth the pain and torment of pregnancy. Tonravik thought it anticlimactic, and looked to her stomach with great disappointment. It was good to know they were alive and moving, sure... but she had expected more. But perhaps they were hot, too, and alerting her to it... Tonravik, having not seen her mate, turned and moved into the cave.