The moment that Psyche had been anticipating for months had finally arrived. Her huge swollen belly had stretched to its limit and the pups within had outgrown their now cramped quarters. The contractions came to her in the night as she paced the area close to her den. Being more on the cautious side she decides to head back to her den before they become any stronger. It takes her no more than thirty minutes to reach her makeshift nest, but her tongue lolls from her mouth and her legs shake with each step as if she had just run 50 miles. With unsteady limbs she lowers herself to the soft den floor, softly panting and giving soft whines with each contraction that tears through her body.
Despite the harsh labor, the first pup comes with more ease than Psyche had anticipated. The pain she feels is still one that the fem had never felt before and so she handles is more poorly than she should have. As she licks clean her first pup, the second begins to make its entrance into the world. Before long, two cleaned pups are at her teats. But she feels the other, the biggest one of her and Samhain’s bunch, slowly moving down her birthing canal.
The third takes longer; Psyche can feel herself tearing to accommodate its larger size. Her whines fill the den as she gives one final push for her last child. Weariness suddenly overcomes her, yet she does as instinct commands and licks her pup clean before cleaning up herself. After all is done she cuddles up next to her 3 puppies, sharing her warmth with them and eagerly anticipating the arrival of Samhain. She takes the time to sleep, choosing to wait until her mate arrived to examine the pups any further.