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A son. She had another son. Happiness swelled inside the laboring mother and gave her the strength to press forward and bring the remaining pups into the world. Vaguely, she could sense her sister's nervousness, but it was as if through a fog. Savina knew why it was there, but nothing felt wrong. Everything was proceeding as it had the last time she had given birth. The woman was thankful for her sister's concern, but everything would be alright. If she started thinking of what could go wrong now it would only foul her up and distract her. She had to focus on the positive and making sure all the pups were born and healthy. The love of her family and friends allowed her to do that, but most of all was the presence of Kansas and his reassuring contact. That was what gave her the true power to go through this ordeal with hope in her heart. Yes, everything would be fine. Nothing wrong would befall this happy occasion.
Savina wanted to see her son, but there was no time. The contractions returned in full force and she went back to pushing, every muscle in her body straining, shaking almost. Between each spell she panted heavily before her body's birthing rhythms took back over. A few more minutes passed and another small form came into existence. This one Cambria also picked up, cleaned, and checked over. A girl this time, white and streaked with silver. The small pup was placed near her stomach, but far enough away that she wouldn't get tossed around while the labor continued. With some amusement Savina wondered if she would continue her mother's tradition of a litter with two girls and a boy, but the musing was cut off as the final contractions quaked through her form.
The last pup came quicker, sliding out only a few moments after the last. Cambria's process was repeated once again and indeed, the tradition had been continued, another girl. Savina slipped into a still and weary state. It was over, another successful birth. With effort she pushed herself up so she could look upon her new children. The two girls were at her stomach and she nuzzled each of them, breathing in their scents and instantly memorizing them. Then she searched her love's hands for her new son, touching her nose to his minuscule one. Finally her tired emerald gaze locked with Kansas', her tail giving a short wag. A happy sigh escaped her as she leaned her head against him, truly at peace.
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