Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

For @Quixote! Set at night/around bedtime.

From where she lay in the soft grass just outside the mouth of her den, Raven winced and took a breath as another lance of pain shot through her midsection. She rolled from one side to the other, unable to find a position that was halfway comfortable for her, before giving up and just pushing herself upright into a sit. While she had always wanted to be a mother to her own pups, the trials and tribulations of advanced pregnancy were beginning to wear on her. Sleep was a thing of the past, and it was difficult for her to remember what it was like to not be cramping, in pain, and nauseated all the time. The wounds she had suffered by Screech recently had only worsened it for her.

She sat there, her eyes lingering somewhere among the stars overhead, listening to the breeze in the trees overhead as the cramps continued to rack her belly and sides. She suppressed the urge to whine, refusing to complain in spite of the prolonged misery.