Ouroboros Spine xlvv. before he gets there

backdated for 08/12/2021, was having some issues with the board when I originally tried to post this so we’re giving it another shot lol. I’ll be posting with Wil when she’s approved and all. :) We out here taggin’ e’erybody. Women’s circle will be allowed in the den/to assist: @Kukutux, @Sialuk, @Keyni, @Shikoba, @Lunaria. Men’s circle will be welcome to come and remain outside, or to help keep away evil spirits: @Aiolos, @Lómëvása, @Zane, @Kiliutak/Kigipigak and @Alduin is allowed wherever because he’s a bb and precious. :3 (babies are tagged by order of birth but may not arrive until after Lótë’s second post: @Lómion, @Inkalorë, @Vairë)

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The tugging and pulling of her abdominal muscles tensing rhythmically beneath her skin drove the morning dove into seclusion as her swollen sides grew ever firmer and the time to birth her children into this world drew near. When the practice movements of her womb gave way to the dull ache of her labor’s beginning, it found Lótë pacing the length of the Baptistes’ ulaq, threatening to wear grooves in the packed earth of the floor beneath her feet from the continuous motion spurred by her agitation. 

Her lip was bleeding from the effort of holding in her pained cries, though she was long past the point of noticing the dull sting or the copper taste of her own blood. The heavy smell of blood and birth cloaked the air, doubling her mounting anxiety as her path pressed closer along the back wall of the den, desperate to keep the others in her village from taking notice.

As thrilled as she had been to become a mother, as eager as she was to meet her unborn cubs, the greenpaw struggled against the inevitability of nature — hoping her pups could hold off just a bit longer, wait just a bit more until their father came home.

A fierce contraction stopped her in her tracks, a gasp sucking through her lips which parted in shock. Lótë couldn’t stifle the low groan that escaped her throat, though she tried to bury the sound against her forelegs as the pain ripped through her. Panic flared to life in her chest like lightning striking a dry plain. 

She wasn’t ready.