Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

An hour passed, the pain building in intensity and the time between contractions growing smaller and smaller. Wildfire whined under her breath as she shifted, trying to get herself into a more comfortable position. She glanced outside. It was growing dark. Surely the commander would be by soon to check on her.

The Feisripa's teeth clenched as a particularly powerful ripple of pain seized her womb. Instinctively, she pushed. It hurt enough to wrench a small cry from her. But when she bent down a moment later to find a dark, damp pup between her legs, she smiled through her panting. She closed her teeth around the pup, settling it between her forelegs.

A girl, she observed as she began cleaning the tiny whelp. She'd just finished drying her off and was about to nudge her in the direction of a teat when she heard footsteps outside, accompanied by the smell of blood and meat. Seconds later, there came a quiet woof and the Heda's welcome voice.

"Oh, you know," Wildfire replied with mock airiness even as a contraction seared through her so agonizingly that she felt torn in two, "just casually birthing your children." Even as the word "children" left her trembling lips, another puppy arrived, a tiny gray lump with white smudges. "You have two new daughters," she announced, "so far. Stay close," she added, reaching her smudged snout outside of the log for a kiss.

Welcome, @Kiwi and @Bat! :)