Hushed Willows [m] But don't stop dancing, don't dare stop

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Dated for the night of the 28th

Her time drew nearer; she fell into frenzied preparation, all of her time now spent at the whelping den she'd dug out in the depths of the Bluebird Thicket. She arranged her bedding and re-arranged it, threw pelts from the den in a fit, kicked dirt away from its mouth, paced, retrieved the pelts, re-arranged them...

Reverie felt as if she'd gone a little mad. She spared little time for anything else, a feverish look behind her eyes as she perfected the place where her children would be brought into the world. None but her family and her midwife were allowed near the den. Its interior would accommodate perhaps four wolves, but even fewer were allowed within. Boone, Blossom, Everett, Kukutux; all others were met with a rumbling growl and a flash of teeth.

She was nose-deep in her bedding when she felt the first clench of pain in her belly. Reverie had been diligent in taking the tea given by the Moonglow leader. But nothing could have prepared her for the white-hot lancing of pain through her whole body, even through her back and her hips. She cried out and fell into a sit. Her next cry was for @Kukutux — and her fear this time was not for herself, but her children.

Another tightening, more pain, and the scent of blood filled her den.