Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

Poor Quixote XD XD XD

She was oblivious to his words, his panic... everything was obliterated by the blinding pains that assailed her like storm waves battered a sea cliff. She became dimly aware of him trying to usher her toward the protective shelter of their den but she couldn't find the strength or even the mental coordination required to move herself there. She simply shook her head, managing to pant out the words, "Can't...can't..." Through the haze of agony, she felt a strange pressure from within and she gritted her teeth and pushed. After a moment, she felt a bizarrely welcome rush of relief as the pressure suddenly lifted and the first puppy emerged onto the damp earth.

Immediately she turned and began to nuzzle at it, licking away the birthing sac and cleaning its face of the various fluids that covered its tiny features. She nudged it, pushed at it, urged it to move and cry out...but there was only silence. She had only the briefest of panicked moments to realize what was happening before she was gripped by another tidal wave of red pain, and the process repeated itself again...with the same end result.

She lay in the starlit grass, breathing heavily and staring up at her mate with an entirely different kind of pain etched in her face as she cradled two dead puppies in her arms.