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Posted on December 17, 2013 at 01:07:54 AM by Moth
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It is time. I know it as sure as the wind blows. I have everything prepared, having been setting up my den for months now, ever since the first signs of pregnancy. It feels strange, being heavy with child so long after losing Acheron. There was a time when I thought I would never have children again. There was a time when I thought I would never love again. But there I go being pessimistic again. I did fall in love again and this time it feels more complete than ever. I can never describe in words what Coza makes me feel. Complete, whole, is the best way to put it. Every part of me rejoices when he's around and when he's not, I miss him more with every passing minute. It was a surprise to find out I was in fact heavy with child this winter. I can't say Coza saw it coming either but the look on his face was worth every doubt in my mind that I can pull it off. He couldn't have been happier and he doted on me all winter, making sure I'm well fed and dry and whether I'm hot or cold. Anything to make me feel more comfortable, he was on it before I could even think it. He was oh so gentle with me too, rubbing against my stomach like its made of glass and listening with his ear pressed against my abdomen as I lie on my side at night, talking to his unborn children. It was enough to bring me to tears many a time. He is going to be a wonderful father, I know it already. And so another contraction racks my body and I moan lightly, knowing its just beginning. The real pain hasn't started yet. I have lavender, poppy seed, and many other herbs packed up in the den, ready for management of everything that is to come. I've bundled up moss and dry grass and everything I could think of to build a comfortable birthing place for the children. Even as I get ready to relax and start pushing, I step on the lavender petals, spreading the soothing nectar throughout the den, smelling it up with the fragrance that will help calm everyone in the vicinity of my den. I don't know if any other pack members plan on coming but I will welcome any who wish to see the miracle of life. Before I retire to my birthing bed, I lift my muzzle and cry out for Coza though some part of me already knows hes on his way. He must feel my mounting pain, the inner confidence dispensing as the timing gets closer. I'll need his encouragement now more than ever cause I've never felt as weak as I do now. Age takes a toll on a body and an aged wolf with a litter to bring into the world is no small feat. I've never heard of a wolf at my age birthing pups so we'll just have to wait and see how this goes. None the less, I need him, more than life itself. He is my air to breathe. Knowing the one cry is enough, I sigh and head to my bed, collapsing on it with a huff as the real pain begins. Coza arrives promptly and goes right to doing all the right things, reassuring me and encouraging me when I need it most. I feel him pushed against me, nuzzling and licking at me. I know he wishes he could take away my pain and let it be his own. He's sweet like that but I would never wish this on him. He means too much to me. Hours drag by and finally its time to start pushing. I cry out the first time as my body adapts to letting a body through my birthing canal. The contractions rack up the apin that my body can take and I start groaning and whimpering between pushes. There are many times that I'm sure I might have to give up but each and every time, Coza pulls through for me, saying all the right things to make me get through it and push just one more time. Finally the first pup is out, a beautiful baby boy. The first thing I notice is that he has two different colored eyes, one a bright sunset pinkish orange hue and the other a bright jade green. Both eyes have streaks through them as well, a unique and wonderful gift in themselves. As far as color goes, he looks like me, filled with browns, tans, and creams. The upper portion of his body is dark dark brown, almost black which dips down to his toes, quite like his father's coloring. His lower portion is cream and his legs have tan and brown coloring. I lick him clean and push him to my teats, sure that he's hungry. My gleaming brown eyes glance up at Coza with wonder and love as I whisper. "Your first baby boy, Coza. What shall his name be?" I want to gift him this, the right to name his first child. After he answers, I smile, sure that he chose the perfect name, before I know its time to start pushing again. Again, I almost quit many time, as grueling as the pain gets, but still I truck through until the second pup arrives, this one a beautiful healthy baby girl. Her eyes are brown with a red tint that fades to a yellow-ocher near the pupils. They are a beauty to behold. Her coat is mostly a soft brown hue, more red than yellow. Her lower portion is a light creamy white with brown over her forehead and past the eyes. Her ears are dark brown and it makes flecks of brown in her fur as it travels to her head. Her neck is dark brown but there are more brown flecks all the way to her tail. She has black flesks near her cheeks and under her eyes and black down her nose. The tip of her tail is dark brown that flecks into the coat and fades. I look to Coza after repeating the ritual of cleaning her and positioning her to nurse beside her brother. "Your first baby girl. Her name is also yours to choose." I have had litters before and I've named a lot of them. This is my gifts to Coza as the first litter he's ever sired. I wait for his answer and start to push again, sure that this must be the last time. It is more trying with my weakening state but I manage to push through it, a final baby boy arriving into this world. He looks perfectly healthy to me but some day I may learn of his one defect, the inability to imprint. I would never wish this on any of my brood so I'm sure I'll be sad to hear it if we ever find out. His eyes are bright yellow green with variations of green and light brown within. His coat is mostly sandy tan, his top portion a dark brown all the way to his legs. The brown fades to tan at his back legs and flecks to tan at the tail. His tail is almost completely tan besides the white tip. His paws, muzzle and cheeks are white and his chest makes a V of white surrounded by tan. Part of his nose and under his eyes are tan also with tan eyebrows. His back and shoulders are very dark brown that fades at the tail. The dark brown turns to flecks as it reaches his ears and forehead. I clean him off and put him with his siblings, eager to rest now that my job is almost done. I glance up at Coza, giving him a weak but loving smile. "Dexter is his calling, Coza. I hope he will be just like you." Within another hour or so, I've pushed out the afterbirth and done my duty of eating it before checking on my children one last time. I nuzzle into Coza's fur, thanking him silantly for being here with me. I don't know what I would do without him. Finally I let my head collapse and close my eyes. Within moments, I am fast asleep. My time as a mother has officially begun. |
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