She was sticking close to her den today, a little earthen hovel tucked between two boulders. It was safe, hidden away, and comfortably sized, things that had never occurred to her before she was pregnant. Everything that she did now seemed to tie in somehow with the lives that were growing inside of her- and though it was surprising, Morrigan wouldn't have it any other way. Today, somehow, she felt closer to her unborn pups than ever before. She could feel them shifting and moving inside of her in a rather rambunctious manner, and the assassin wondered what this could mean. She knew that the day was nearing, but it seemed so sudden. It felt like only days ago that she and Roman had spent a night together.

It was now more than ever that she desired his closeness, she was fidgety and restless and unsure. A sharp pain in her side made her suck in a quick breath, and she grimaced against the pain. Another one came a while after, and Morrigan began to pace in front of her den, whining softly as the contractions began to come closer and closer together. She had not yet called for Roman but she knew that he must be close, and in between the pains that plagued her she lifted her muzzle to call for him. She hoped that he wasn't far. This was not something she wanted to do on her own.

Even though Roman had not yet arrived, the pups didn't seem to want to wait. Morrigan slipped inside the den and laid upon her side, panting and huffing, her eyes wild. The pain was strange, different than pain from an injury. It wasn't pain you could escape. It needed to run its course, however long that might take. It seemed as though things were taking longer than they should, and the woman was beginning to worry. But finally, she felt a sensation unlike any other, and began to push. It was painful, more painful than the contractions had been, but through gasps and heavy breathing the first pup was delivered.

Morrigan nosed the little bundle and began to clean her, noting the soft brown, and the white patches that covered her face and scruff. She couldn't help but grin a little wildly, her tail flopping against the earthen floor of the den. "Nico." With a single word the girl was named and placed at her mother's side.

It seemed to be several excruciating hours before the next pup was on its way, but finally the second daughter was born, cleaned and placed next to her sister. Morrigan looked upon them both, tiredly, but with pride shimmering in her inky gaze. A noise from outside the den caught her attention and she called out, her voice sounding exhausted but excited. "Roman? You have a little daughter you need to name... Or if it's Pariah, you have some little siblings to greet." Pariah, the young girl she had taken as her own, to care for just as she would her blood children. And with that she flopped on her side, head resting on the floor of the den, eyes half-lidded.