Broken Boulder seven devils

Now, to be fair, Queenie had never been the social type. With the lifestyle that she lived pre-Teekon, the need never arose for her to be anything but what Daddy Bruce asked of her, and that was nothing more than to be quiet. She was his princess, his only little girl, but that didn't mean that she got to speak out whenever her heart so desired (she still did, but that's beside the point). It was only in times of need that she gave up on her otherwise reclusive nature to seek out others, and if any time counted, it was this. 

The time for Queenie's birth was quickly approaching, so her instincts said. There was an undying urge to digdigdig, but try as she may, she just could not find the right spot for a den! The General sniffed around the territory before coming across a faintly familiar face. With a low chuff, she made a steady approach, low-hanging belly swinging all the way.