I have found that pregnancy is an odd thing. I can feel the young ones moving inside of me, and I can hear my voices saying the oddest things. But I go through life and satisfy the hunger that pregnancy has brought. Although I am small, I have grown wide and plump with that of pups. So wide that I feel I will explode soon.
Yes, I am going to explode soon. I feel it as I gnaw on a bone touched with meat. Ruby and Obsidian are yelling at me now, but their voices are going so fast I cannot understand them. So fast. So loud. I growl in my den and snarl at them in the darkness. It is night, and the sun set not too long ago.
I move around uncomfortable as my growls and snarls increase with the pain that is coming in waves. I do not understand what is happening and I wish Obsidian and Ruby would stop yelling, and I wish that Lillith would stop laughing among them. I snap at the dark air with the bone clutched between my paws. The pain is increasing and I close my yellow eyes as I feel something much more intense. It is a great pain as the moonlight shimmers gently into my den.
I feel the urge to push and Lillith tells me to do it, to push, to give birth. I do so. I push and I push and then I feel a relief. Something inside me tells me to turn and grab the slimy thing that I came from me. I get rid of all the gunk and see a dark child through the dim light. A girl. She moves and is alive, and I wish the others would just shut up so I could get a good look at her.
But the pain comes in waves again, and I push out another after a few hard minutes. This one is bigger, and I hear the cry of Obsidian in my head. I shake my head as I strain and get the larger pup out. When I inspect the pup, it is a male, dark as well, and I know when I look upon him he is Obsidian. How can Obsidian be here and still speaking to me softly now? I pull my head back some. He threatens me, tells me to take care of this pup, of all of them, or else.
I feel the urge to push again, and the last one is born. Ruby is more vicious, more threatening to me to take care of the little ones, especially this little last girl. I move her to inspect her as Lillith continues her dark laugh, and how this girl is so special, with the mark upon her neck, just like I did to mother. I gulp...wanting to bite the little girl’s head off. I snarl as my jaws snap towards her, but Ruby screams the moment I do, and I snap right before the little’s girl’s muzzle. My eyes close as I feel myself pull away. I stare at the two that Obsidian and Ruby have claims, my nose wrinkling in disgust. I place them furthest away, leaving the first girl closest to my front side. The other two live because the others says they must...but this one lives because I want her to.


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