Larentia breathed in the smell of rain, dirt and wet wood. She was long overdue to birth, at least a week, and her stomach was uncomfortable right now.
She padded through the wilderness, back to her den. But suddenly, she felt a squirming pain in her stomach again.
Hello, little pups, she told them. Just some children. She’d already elected to name the first girl that came out Nadia. If there was a girl.
But soon this pain was followed by another one, one Larentia had never experienced before, but she knew what it meant.
She laid herself down before she could collapse, letting out an earsplitting howl. He would come. He always did.