Post by Brunilda on May 15, 2020 21:07:44 GMT -6
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Overall, the violet-eyed warrior’s pregnancy had been a breeze… from her realizing that she carried new life, to the current wave of pain that washed over her as she barely managed to stumble into her moss-lined den. She had been able to hunt for herself for the majority of the pregnancy, sticking to smaller and smaller prey as the weeks came and went, and had only accepted a meal the day prior from her once-leader. Today she found herself clenching her jaws closed as a wave of pain washed over her where she lay, she was alone after all and even though Caurus was still Aludri territory and she knew the land was still patrolled and protected regularly… she did not want to give away any weakness. A single wolf’s painful yowl had once cost their enemy the element of surprise in an ambush… she would not allow herself to be the reason that a wandering predator would find its way straight to her children. However, while the young warrior had been raised and trained on battle strategies, fighting, and bravery… no one had ever had the chance to prepare her for motherhood, much less birthing.
An intense pressure seemed to fill the female’s womb and she felt the instinctual need to push… the time had come, and she grunted against a contraction before giving a big push. The first pup came into the world pretty easily, eager to reach the outside world and already nearly completely out of it’s sack. Brunilda pushed herself to sit up as best as she could and bring her muzzle to the small bundle, quickly licking away the sac that still encased the new life and almost immediately hearing a seemingly indignant whine. She almost whined in return, the sound was so sweet and pure to her ears… it only struck her then that she truly had little to no experience with new life and this endeavor suddenly terrified her… how could she have been foolish enough to allow herself a carnal pleasure that she knew would lead to this… and now, she was alone and bringing pups into the world. She could not dwell on this thought long, however… she nudged her first born, a pale coated male with gold markings that clearly resembled his father, to her belly where he immediately took to one of her teats and immediately felt another need to push as another contraction came and went. This time the pup seemed to come out with a little more difficulty, but the broken sac indicated that this pup was no less eager to come into the world. Brunilda repeated the motions of breaking the sac and grooming the small bundle, only slightly larger than the first, until the small male also let out a squeak of defiance. The warrior gently moved him to his brother’s side, glad to see he had come with darker tones but still held the golden hues upon his tiny face that pointed to his father… was it so that only the first male she had laid with would bear children through her womb?
Brunilda had laid her head down on the moss beneath her as a few moments passed with her sons quietly suckling at her belly, she had briefly considered that these would be her only two, but she felt on edge… as if there was still more to go. Another round of pain erupted in the lower section of her body, this time more intense than the last few… nearly more urgent. The brown coated female was already panting and exhausted from the first two pups, but she knew there was more to go. With a deep breath, she pushed again… this one certainly did not come as easily as the first two, and it felt much larger, she could not help but howl and growl in pain, something she immediately regretted but realized that she could not have held it back as another cry of pain escaped her muzzle as she gave another push. This pup was immediately whining, and upon closer inspection by his mother was found to be much larger than his brothers and a more red tone… possibly sired by the second in command of Aludri? Brunilda cleaned him, against his indignant protests of being thrust into the cold world from his warm home, and then helped him into place beside his two older brothers. Certainly she had to be done by now. She had started to lay her head down again with another contraction came and this time she immediately pushed and almost instantly felt the small bundle release from her own body. She lifted her head against and brought it to the small, slimy bundle and swept her tongue fervently over the small package, the tiniest of the four… and to her delight, the only female of the litter.
Brunilda quickly cleaned the young wolf and brought the small babe to her belly, quickly noting that she was easily the smallest of them… oh how protected she would be with her three brothers as well as her doting mother. The violet-eyed female tried to hold her head up as long as she could to marvel at the small creatures as they wiggled against her and nourished themselves from the food she could provide. It hit her then that these lives depended entirely on her… for food, shelter, protection… and love. She sighed at the realization that they would likely never know their father, at least not the ones sired by the ivory coated seducer that she had encountered. Her eyes settled on the largest of the litter… surely he had been sired by the giant brute that she had nearly begged to take her when her season had not been quenched in its entirety by the first male. “Welcome to the world, my little ones.” she cooed softly at the four of them, licking each in turn as her mind tossed and turned with ideas for their names. She laid her head down once again, her jaws parted as she continued to pant… never had she imagined that birthing such tiny creatures would exhaust her so much, it was even worse than the endless sparring drills that her parents had put her through as an adolescent. Her ears remained alert as her eyes half-closed, begging to close the whole way to properly rest… but with no one around to protect her and her young, she would not allow herself to become complacent.
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Overall, the violet-eyed warrior’s pregnancy had been a breeze… from her realizing that she carried new life, to the current wave of pain that washed over her as she barely managed to stumble into her moss-lined den. She had been able to hunt for herself for the majority of the pregnancy, sticking to smaller and smaller prey as the weeks came and went, and had only accepted a meal the day prior from her once-leader. Today she found herself clenching her jaws closed as a wave of pain washed over her where she lay, she was alone after all and even though Caurus was still Aludri territory and she knew the land was still patrolled and protected regularly… she did not want to give away any weakness. A single wolf’s painful yowl had once cost their enemy the element of surprise in an ambush… she would not allow herself to be the reason that a wandering predator would find its way straight to her children. However, while the young warrior had been raised and trained on battle strategies, fighting, and bravery… no one had ever had the chance to prepare her for motherhood, much less birthing.
An intense pressure seemed to fill the female’s womb and she felt the instinctual need to push… the time had come, and she grunted against a contraction before giving a big push. The first pup came into the world pretty easily, eager to reach the outside world and already nearly completely out of it’s sack. Brunilda pushed herself to sit up as best as she could and bring her muzzle to the small bundle, quickly licking away the sac that still encased the new life and almost immediately hearing a seemingly indignant whine. She almost whined in return, the sound was so sweet and pure to her ears… it only struck her then that she truly had little to no experience with new life and this endeavor suddenly terrified her… how could she have been foolish enough to allow herself a carnal pleasure that she knew would lead to this… and now, she was alone and bringing pups into the world. She could not dwell on this thought long, however… she nudged her first born, a pale coated male with gold markings that clearly resembled his father, to her belly where he immediately took to one of her teats and immediately felt another need to push as another contraction came and went. This time the pup seemed to come out with a little more difficulty, but the broken sac indicated that this pup was no less eager to come into the world. Brunilda repeated the motions of breaking the sac and grooming the small bundle, only slightly larger than the first, until the small male also let out a squeak of defiance. The warrior gently moved him to his brother’s side, glad to see he had come with darker tones but still held the golden hues upon his tiny face that pointed to his father… was it so that only the first male she had laid with would bear children through her womb?
Brunilda had laid her head down on the moss beneath her as a few moments passed with her sons quietly suckling at her belly, she had briefly considered that these would be her only two, but she felt on edge… as if there was still more to go. Another round of pain erupted in the lower section of her body, this time more intense than the last few… nearly more urgent. The brown coated female was already panting and exhausted from the first two pups, but she knew there was more to go. With a deep breath, she pushed again… this one certainly did not come as easily as the first two, and it felt much larger, she could not help but howl and growl in pain, something she immediately regretted but realized that she could not have held it back as another cry of pain escaped her muzzle as she gave another push. This pup was immediately whining, and upon closer inspection by his mother was found to be much larger than his brothers and a more red tone… possibly sired by the second in command of Aludri? Brunilda cleaned him, against his indignant protests of being thrust into the cold world from his warm home, and then helped him into place beside his two older brothers. Certainly she had to be done by now. She had started to lay her head down again with another contraction came and this time she immediately pushed and almost instantly felt the small bundle release from her own body. She lifted her head against and brought it to the small, slimy bundle and swept her tongue fervently over the small package, the tiniest of the four… and to her delight, the only female of the litter.
Brunilda quickly cleaned the young wolf and brought the small babe to her belly, quickly noting that she was easily the smallest of them… oh how protected she would be with her three brothers as well as her doting mother. The violet-eyed female tried to hold her head up as long as she could to marvel at the small creatures as they wiggled against her and nourished themselves from the food she could provide. It hit her then that these lives depended entirely on her… for food, shelter, protection… and love. She sighed at the realization that they would likely never know their father, at least not the ones sired by the ivory coated seducer that she had encountered. Her eyes settled on the largest of the litter… surely he had been sired by the giant brute that she had nearly begged to take her when her season had not been quenched in its entirety by the first male. “Welcome to the world, my little ones.” she cooed softly at the four of them, licking each in turn as her mind tossed and turned with ideas for their names. She laid her head down once again, her jaws parted as she continued to pant… never had she imagined that birthing such tiny creatures would exhaust her so much, it was even worse than the endless sparring drills that her parents had put her through as an adolescent. Her ears remained alert as her eyes half-closed, begging to close the whole way to properly rest… but with no one around to protect her and her young, she would not allow herself to become complacent.
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