Redtail Rise bon-bon

it's cool and rainy when the contractions start, which perfectly suits her dour mood. she had found an old whelping den in the foothills of the mountains, in a copse of sturdy conifers, and she'd cleaned it up as best she could. for the past several days, she's been moping there, gravid and cranky and ravenously tearing at whatever food given to her.

and now, it begins.

Avicus stretches out with a low moan, toes curling with the pain. it comes and goes and is unlike any agony she's felt before. and instead of getting better, it gets worse.

she calls out for @Ashlar to come in haste—it's time.

if she can survive this, that is. but she's survived a lot worse, she thinks, and so she grits her teeth and presses on, thinking not of the coming hours but of the future. of strong warriors and a big pack. of a legacy, of Nyra's throat in their collective grasp, and of the raven avenged.