Dragoncrest Cliffs It's the last song I'll ever write for you

Wildfire woke suddenly to a sharp pain in her pelvis. Instinctively, she curled into a ball, nose to nethers, and tried to breathe through the sudden onset agony. The commander wasn't beside her—the pale sliver of sky she could see told her it was just about daybreak—and before the Feisripa could call for her, a second wave of pain throbbed through her, rendering her breathless even as her heart began to race.

Seconds later, she felt a wet warmth between her legs. When she crooked them apart, she saw that quite a lot of blood had gushed from her. Her heart plummeted, sure she was miscarrying. "Oh no," she whined, "no, no..." Her teeth clenched against a third onslaught. She felt something tear free from her body and she gave a sharp cry despite herself, which seemed to echo hollowly against the interior of the redwood tree.

Despite the gloom, she could see a small lump lying in the dirt. Biting back a distraught cry, Wildfire bent forward to inspect it. Her heart sat like a stone in the pit of her belly as she looked upon a wolf pup the size of a strawberry. Although it was very small—smaller than should ever be seen in the light of day—it was almost perfectly formed, with a tiny tail, four diminutive paws and... two heads.

Struck dumb, the Feisripa blinked down at the tiny pup(s?), limp and still in a pool of blood. She felt something curdle in her chest. Was this the end of her pregnancy? Had they only conceived mutants (for lack of a better term)? Was this probably for the best? With tears suddenly swimming in her eyes, blurring her vision, Wildfire slowly took the conjoined twins in her mouth. She thought to consume them for the nutrients but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she carried the tiny dead body outside, carrying it away into the woods for burial.

When she returned, the Feisripa stopped in the doorway and stared at the blood. Quickly, she began to dig at the earth, burying the signs of her miscarriage. She then slumped beside the door to assess herself. There was no more bleeding and no more pain, except for her broken heart.