What was it that caused her to be so.. promiscuous? That was a far better way of speaking of the things that Kahlua does and has done in her past. She rarely thought for long, if at all, on the question - though she had oft imagined her answer to be of something pertaining to her own mother. She had very many litters by the time Kahlua was four, many of which had come before her own existence. Perhaps she owed it to dearest mom who happened to pass down this fault in her personality, the side that heard reason and yet cared not to actually listen. The only one she could truly blame for her current condition was herself as she ambled along, her ripened belly swinging behind her with the sway in her step. Just because she was pregnant did not mean she had to lose her provocative side; yes, it may hinder things to some extent, but it was nothing more than a game. At least until it got to this point..

It was fact that Kahlua was a creature inclined to the life of a pack, they were lively and she typically saw a fresh face each season. It was the perfect situation for her to play out her schemes - these were her intentions, after all, before she had become knocked up. Now she must bear the burden of raising young ones until she is able to throw herself out there again in her fun of cat and mouse. Her sights had been set on two of the many that were situated around Moladion; Iromar and Spirane. The mountains were always dazzling to view yet the darkness of the moor called to her. She had been wandering between the two as she debated where to explore first when her first sign of the birthing overwhelmed her. She stopped dead in her tracks, her head hung low as her breath was caught, and for a moment she was frozen as she did not fully comprehend. Instinct was a strong force and without it, she may have delayed her next action for too long. Her nimble paws sent her off into an unknown region, its terrain covered in a thin sheet of fog as she entered, her nose warned her that this was claimed ground but her gut reaction was to continue moving, find a safe place, and bear this pups.

At this moment, her mind was now working solely off of intuition and the inner workings that were born into her from the beginning. Her nose touched the ground ever so often as she sought out a secret place to lay and she soon found her sanctum; a fallen tree had created a dense covering in the bushes and so she ducked under and began to dig a shallow hole into the earth. Her thoughts were no longer on packs or her personal enjoyment. It was show time.

The shudder of pain breaks through her as she moves around hastily, trying to find a comfortable position, but her attempt was in vain. She gave in and finally laid herself down in the small curvature of the earth, knowing that no matter how she repositioned, she would still feel the pressure and the sharp, pulsating pains. Her brain is in a mode that she did not think she was capable of, each movement was done without a thought, her body working as if another force was controlling her. Her thoughts were numb, blank, unknowing of what she should truly be doing. How could she not know? But the process was already half-way through as another wave of contractions struck and the sudden urge to push began to tug at her, so she obeyed and within a few short moments her first pup was alive and squirming before her vivid eyes. She reached for him and released him from his old world, allowing him his first breath and guided him to her belly. This wasn't too bad, it's not so hard.. She reassured herself as time passed, though she did not have long before another sequence similar to the previous one occurred and though this time took more pushing, she was able to deliver her second boy from her womb.

It was all a blur, perhaps it had taken hours for the entire event to take place, she did not know. The smoke and charcoal wolfess only comprehended that the two she had carried with her for some time were now before her, they were a reality. She was a mother. God help them both. Her sons, they were unique, each brandishing the features of their father, whether either of them were from one particular male she had recently discovered, she was unsure of. But she would cherish them the same. Her charcoal crowned head gently lowered to lay near her pups, her eyes closing for a moment before opening again to check on them. She did not know why she did these small things - but there could be nothing wrong with it. Perhaps this was how a mother should act.