Redtail Rise third,

@mountain Boulder first pls! SHE IN LABOR

 

This pregnancy was different than the others. She was heavier, hungrier, and far more prone to being tired than she was her first two. But these things felt natural, and she would contentedly rumble to Mountain Boulder about her estimation of the size of these new cubs. There were either very many of them, or two more mountainous boulders were to come! 

It was Monday, and the pains had begun. New Snow had secluded herself for some time now, and the den she had selected was her favorite with the stream bed and cavern that she and Mountain Boulder had claimed. It felt fitting—perhaps it was where these cubs had been conceived! 

And now the pacing began. She whined for Mountain Boulder, but did not call—she didn’t want outsiders of the Rise to know where her whelping den was positioned, nor other predators. Wave after wave struck New Snow, and the pain was significant—the same in its sharpness, but different in its frequency. She began to pant but did not yet retire to the den, the instinct within her telling her to move around more.