Swiftcurrent Creek homage

She laid there, in wait.

Counted how many exhales she fit between each wave. Each contracted jolt of pain that reminded her of the hours to come. That this would be only the beginning.

A great hunger rolled through her, battled with the cramped feelings in her stomach as well. After, she thought. Afterwards she would eat her weight. Not to mention she would need it too!

"I'm here,"

She sat upright, crooned out tiredly to her midwife. A certain relief rolled over her before she shifted with another wave of laboring. Rolled to her other side, as if it might make the whole ordeal more manageable. A laughable idea.

A tired motion to the fox fur in the corner, if the midwife might find it more comfortable than her patient had.