Lion Head Mesa 鳥 tori-darake no hara

satsu adjusted herself, finding that tavina's touch brought some discomfort. she squirmed and grit her teeth as she tried to find some way to orient her growing belly so that the doctor could investigate, while also holding firm to any comfort she could find. it was a balancing act.
contractions? no. i have my aches and pains from trying to sleep, and a sore back... but nothing like that. i don't think so anyway. as she adjusted this last time, a high toot signaled from her behind and she blushed furiously. oh, oh i'm -- i could not help that.
the dampness came from her teats. her bed was soaked through with a thin, watery fluid similar to the milk that would have been for her children. the amniotic scent was strongest among the top-most layer of bedclothes, as it spoiled the air.
satsu could not tell apart any of these things and began to express worry via panting, looking frantic.