Her body had changed over the winter, and she knew that pups were indeed inside of her. She did not get overly large though, so she had wondered if the pups would be few or perhaps small. She was fine with this of course. She had a drive to come back to Moladion from her wanderings, and now she thinks she knows why. She was not mates with the male Tyrion, but Butterfly did not see that as necessary. She knows she is capable of caring for the pups on her own if need be, but he was welcome.

The blackened female felt the urge to go into her den. The spring was fresh, and there was still a thin layer of snow where she resided. The sun had just gone down in a sunset, and night was now upon her. She had a few kills buried very close by for this coming day just in case. She needed to be prepared, but she look up to the stars starting to peek out. It was time. She called out to Tyrion, welcoming him if he wished, as she then crawled into her den close to a patch of trees.

She lays down then and begins to concentrate on her breathing with her golden tan eyes closed. Some time passes as she then feels the urge to push. She does indeed push, and the pain of the pup going through her was real and intensified. She had never given birth before, but she felt that perhaps this was not normal. Her pushing seemed to not doing anything and she grits her teeth in pain. She adjusts to stand and squat, adjusting to lay the other way, and trying many positions until she feels the pup finally move with great pain. It was a relief to finally have the pup out, and she turns her head to see the small golden pup. She grabs her gently and cleans her off, but smells some blood coming from her body before the second pup was to come.

She feels her body becoming tired as she feels the desire to push again. She presses her nose gently against the pup that was with her, then setting the girl down by her belly to nurse. She groans slightly as the second pup comes, the pain still there from the birth of the first pup. The second pup of black was touched with blood, but Butterfly grabs her gently and cleans her off. She sighs gently, feeling quite exhausted now as she sets the little black pup next to her belly as well. She lowers her head on her laws, her eyes looking down upon her children, fighting the urge to sleep. It was hard to see them in the moonlight that did come into the den, but she didn’t want to stop looking at them, not quite yet...