Thunder Dome no turning back...

Night fell over the forming pack of Midnight Scar. Many dens needed to be dug, but one was already there. After all... the she-Alfa and her mate were muscular, black boulders. Soon enough, though the thought still terrified her, there would be the pitter-patter of their first litter in the den and the mountainside. It was a scary thought, even if she was sure her body would know what to do when the time came. 

From her slumber, she awoke to a sensation in her belly. A quick motion, that caused pain to flower. Then another, resting her paw over the long, dark muzzle to muffle the resulting yelp and whine. 

She drew her body closer to @Void 's, before realizing something, and letting excitement parry the pain. Grá! Meylodi nudged her mate's muzzle with her own, trying to pull him out of his slumber, as little as he had gotten in recent days. It was one of the few times she had convinced him that Moorhen could watch over them in their slumber, and they could rest as mates. Grá, wake up. The li'er be - ow - movin' 'round- 

Her voice wasn't frightened, though a tint of nervousness had become increasingly prominent the longer her gestation when on.