Tormented Tarns stay

YAHoooo no not poop

The approach of her Beta roused the alpha only barely. It was not because of whose company it was, but rather her condition. She imagined if she rose too quickly, the pressure would set the Cubs free from her then and now. She was comfortable enough with the polar bear to trust her, even whilst prone. Nanuk, after Echelon, was one of her first wolves and now, most trusted of comrades. 

The question was met with a grunt. Would sounds produce the babes, too? She felt even the wind tempted them to emerge as it played against her stomach. Tonravik had survived a storm; would her cubs survive her? Her impatience was prevalent even now, as she wished them out of her... But equally, she wanted them to stay within. “Soon,” she growled. She did not yet trust her body to say more.