Ocean's Breath Plateau Charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust

This is all welcome! Hoping for at least one adult joiner

Marina didn't know much about pregnancy, but she knew in some instinctive way that it was too soon for it to be over. It wasn't yet time for the iron-grip of pain that woke her. But it was happening. She knew that instinct would guide her now, but that was no comfort while she stood at the edge of what seemed like a long, dark hall that would bring only pain until the end.

That was exactly what it ended up being. Hours passed like this. When it became overwhelming, when she could no longer keep her grasp on reason, Marina let out a pained call for one of her packmates. Any of them, really. She just didn't want to be alone.