Bearclaw Valley seminole wind

Most of the mothers who Blondine had encountered in her life were doomed for death, pregnant with the actual antichrist (thanks to the ever famous Blondine Abernathy Sr.), so she knew about as much on normal pregnancy as the next. Still, some discomfort had to be okay, right? After all, Reigi did have other wolves actually living inside of her, and there was no way that that could be constant rainbows and sunshine. 

That's good, Blondine finally managed to choke out. The severity of her own nausea was hidden behind wide eyes and a (mostly) genuine grin. It made her incredibly nervous and anxious and uncomfortable and oh-my-god-i-cannot to think about actually feeling the pups, but she wasn't about to turn down the opportunity. 

Blondine gulped and looked at Reigi one last time to make sure that she was sure (because if she wasn't sure then Blondine definitely wasn't sure) but eventually found the courage to lower her muzzle and rest it against the tightly-pulled skin of Reigi's belly. It took a minute for Blondine to actually feel anything, due to the fact that she'd been holding her breath and cutting off most of the oxygen to her brain, but once she was able to breathe again, she could feel the tiny paws just beneath the surface, tracing the shape of her nose.

Holy shit, was it terrifying. 

Immediately, Blondine straightened up and cleared her throat, unsure of everything except her desire to never do that again. They feel healthy, she said to Reigi with an assuring nod of her head, Really healthy, doll.