Hideaway Strath To each their own

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The participants have indicated the following reason(s) for this warning: Puppy birthing and killing,
New unsure mother not raised in a normal pack, not knowing what to do.
Please do not read on if you are squeamish or are upset easily

@Kynareth Deagon
Feel free to join but this could be a read only I will close it off in a week with the finishing post of the second and last pup

Her white blue eyes slid open slowly, adjusting to the early morning light. Ears cocked as she looked around wondering what sound had awoken her, she was sure there had been a noise. Nothing was near by…

Where had she fallen asleep light night? Glancing up she saw a tree like any other she had slept below a hundred times or more. She really should make herself a den to go to each night. However that would be work and she discovered though she had great desires she had no follow through. She was fine with that it was whom she was and she owned it.

Her belly hardened and she made a soft pained groan. She realized then it was her… she had made the noise that had woken her up. She turned to look at her body as if it had betrayed her, caused her pain for no reason she could see… 

She stood and paced, after a few moments she felt the pain build, she stopped and stared at her side again glared at her belly as pain wracked her. She bit down on her groan and refused to make a sound. Her teeth bared after that wave of pain she trotted toward the border of the pack territory wanting to run.

She’d not get away from her own body though. Panting tongue lolled over bared teeth she paused in her trek her sides heaving, her body aching. She had no idea where she was anymore blinded by pain she had just traveled with no destination in mind but ‘away’

She couched as if to use the washroom but more pain ripped through her it took several pushes and more pain before something slid from her body; it was not poop. She turned and stared at it, stared at the thing on the ground a lump covered in a skin? A ball? The thing lurched and without thought Whrist snapped at it crushing it in her jaws. She tasted blood, she shook the thing in her maw until it did not move then spit it out. A mess of flesh and blood and fluid she nudged the thing that had come out of her. It did not move again.

Though she had been present for a birthing or two lately, all she had glimpsed was the females eating something. She had no idea that they had only eaten after birth she had no idea what new born pups looked like. She lay down finally and stared at the thing that had come out of ‘her’ body. It deserved it’s fate having hurt her, so she ate it like the other females had done, she ate it as if it were a rabbit. It kind of looked like one, Sort of tasted like one too.

She thought her ordeal was all done, when her belly hardened and pain threatened to upturn her newly acquired meal. Another one of those things were coming? She growled and stared at her heaving sides, As she considered biting herself… She gritted her teeth trying not to make a sound glaring at her own body as it betrayed her yet again.