Okay, so here’s the thing. Delya has been awaiting Fallacy’s birth for what seems like ages—more anxious, probably, than the mother herself. Pacing like an expectant father, unsure of how to react really to the fact that there was someone here who was going to bring life into the world. That shit was stressful. Delya was stressed. She wasn’t really anything of a healer, and so she’d be yelling for Haziel should anything even look as if it was starting to go wrong. Not just calling. Yelling. Stressed out and nervous, head spinning, just waiting for the day to come.

It had been that way for days now, and Delya had been trying to keep her mind off it. Running. Running was a good thing, running was what made her feel like she was in tune with herself and with the world around her. It made her feel whole, a weird thing for the Russian dancer. A lithe creature snapping across open ground, coursing, chasing openly chasing across the ground. Everything was okay so long as she kept running. That was all that mattered, that she keep running and she keep moving. Don’t fuck up. That was the only rule of her existence, actually. Don’t fuck up. She could handle that.

But there was something on the air, a change, a shift, and she was all the way across the damn territory. Why was she always so far away? Delya cussed inwardly and turned on her heels, moving at a dead run. Could be nothing. Could be everything. Fast enough to actually make her lungs burn and her heart pound in her chest, though that could just be the adrenaline. Right, probably just the adrenaline and—oh, and how hard she was pushing herself across the ground. Head pounding. Heart pounding. She could do this.

By the time she peeked into Fallacy’s den, Delya was panting. Holy. Shit. She’d missed it, big fucking idiot. She’d missed it, and the pale creature was sleeping. Dozing? Something along those lines. Didn’t want to scare her but… pups. Two of them, a… a boy and a girl? Delya had intended upon slinking away but she was frozen in awe of the tiny creatures. Her voice, when she finally spoke moments later, was soft. If Fallacy was asleep she’d turn and go, wouldn’t want to wake her but… but damn. “Hey… you alright?” That was all. Soft words past her lips.

female – 40in – 105lbs – five – jake