This was the second time that Chernobyl would be giving birth to another family. Though it didn’t show on her face, Cher was in pain because having another set of pups meant that it would remind her of her children that are still residing within Iromar. And due to being pregnant. Oh what she would give to see them again. Just to tell them that she loves them and didn’t mean to leave them. Though it seems that only two live now. Adalmund had drowned within the flood that plagued Iromar that one year. Turning cher returned to her den with the dead carcass of a rabbit hanging limp from her jaws. This was a habit that she had not grown out of. She was taught to litter the ground with the carcasses of prey to disguise the smell of birthing. Now as she returns to her den a few carcasses could be seen littering the ground around the entrance of the den. Her jaws released the half eaten rabbit from the Crags. Her large belly stuck out like a sore thumb and the little flufballs inside kicked and twisted around trying to find a best place to rest, but it defiantly caused a bunch of pain to Cher. A serious of sharp pains radiated throughout her whole frame and she let loose a loud whimper before slipping inside and lowering her body onto the ground floor of the den. The contractions came quick and Chernobyl uttered out one word before closing her eyes and laying out onto her side trying to get comfortable. Cher was beginning to grow restless and irritation crossed over her facial features.
“ Beowulf!”

The first pup was making its way out. Oh boy did it hurt like hell. Cher never expected it feel so bad. Well considering her first birthing went okay but perhaps this time these vermins had other ideas. Why the hell was this first one taking forever to come out. It would trick her and come forth but decided to back away from entering into the new world. Finally though with this last contraction and Cher straining to push it out, did the pup finally slide out. Pain- like getting branded with a hot iron- shot through her snowy body as the pup came out. Ears flattened backwards and it took a moment to muster up the little bit of strength to sit up and access the damage and take care of the pup. Chernobyl twisted her body around and examined the boy. This boy's base coat is a dark, rusted russet hue. Beginning over his back, black fades out over his hips and thighs, fading into his tail and over his scruff. This black is also found on top of his head, and both ears fade into black too. His shoulders remain russet. All four legs are white, with the back legs fading through to grey before back to black. The tip of his tail is also white. He has a white face, with the white fading out slightly onto his throat. He is a big pup and Cher knows this one was the culprit for causing damage to her rear end. A good size pool of red lay around her rear. Great. Her pink tongue licks the pup clean until he cries out and her charcoal nose nuzzles the boy to her belly to nurse.
“Cohen”

Chernobyl breathes out in a whisper like tone. She thinks she is done and glances up towards Beo when pain takes over once again and her eyes close shut. She laid back down and waited. IT felt like hours but was only a few minutes and the second pup was making its way out. This little girl slides out easily though her little frame slides against the tear and a growl emits from Cher’s snowy muzzle. Her eyes shut tightly before they reopen and she tries to twist around to catch a glimpse of the little pup. Cher could just make out the pup moving around. Its eyes shut close. Pushing up with her paws Cher twist around again and licks the pup clean. While doing so she finds out it is a little girl. Her base colour is pure, startling white. Her ears and forehead are black, and this black trails down her neck to her shoulder blades. About mid way down, a russet collection of hairs begins - they seem to seamlessly blend in with the black. This same russet is found beneath her eyes, trailing down the edges the edge of her muzzle to her nose. Chernobyl nuzzles the girl to her body to suckle and speaks the name she has wanted to give the little girl.

“Kitsune. How does that sound Beo?”

Cher ask glancing upwards wanting to know if Beowulf liked the name or not. Audits flicker forward wondering if Kitsune was the last of her litter. Her body had seemed to relax and Chernobyl closed her eyes for a moment of rest. Her body ached with pain and any strength left was weak and useless. The sun was high into the middle of the sky when Chernobyl felt it. Deep within her. It kicked and moved. Oh great. Seriously. Another one. The contraction hit like a baseball bat being swung at full force. The pup slide out causing her tear to rip alittle more and a moderate pool of red formed around her back legs and rear. For a moment Chernboyl heard nothing and wondered if this pup was dead. Boy was she wrong. IT sneezed and cried out, small paws scraping against the ground, nose stuck into the air. Such a lively pup. Chernobyl licked the boy clean. His base color is jet black. However, his father and mother's russet come into play quite evidently. His right ear is a deep rust colour, fading out over the right side of his face, darkening to black around his eye. This colour fades out over his temple and his cheek. This same russet is found under his neck and chest. His back legs are white up until ankles, as are his front legs - however, his front paws are a deep russet hue. Smiling Chernobyl moved the boy to her belly to suckle and allowed her body to lay sprawled back out upon the cool ground once again.

“Beo do you have a name for this boy?”

She asks from her spot upon the floor. White belly rising and falling with each breath she took trying to gain back some energy. Eyelids became heavy and fell over her light green orbs. Some rest would do but there was still that itch of pain coursing through her veins. Cher utters one the last sentence and it comes out in whispers.
“I need Meryl”
As soon as the words left her mouth Chernobyl lets go and allows sleepiness to overcome her. Her breath was heavy and her tongue rolled out the side of her jaw. The pain subsided as she allowed sleep to overcome her but it would hurt like hell a whole lot tomorrow and the next day. Perhaps even weeks after this birth Cher would feel the pain.