Blacktail Deer Plateau i’ve waited for you all my life

If Cupid could go back and time and watch himself complain about his sickness, he'd laugh. The nausea he felt then was nothing compared to how he felt now. It fucking sucked then, but at least he could say he could move. He couldn't lift a paw without wanting to puke now. Was that normal? Probably. He has learned that suffering is a normal pregnancy thing. 

Cupid couldn't catch a break. He knew these babies would pop out sooner or later, and he wasn't cool with giving birth under a tree. So, reluctantly, he pushes himself up with a grunt and shuffles through the plateau. There had to be a more suitable den somewhere.