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The night was extremely cold, but in her tent, Siv felt only fire.

Her contractions had begun earlier in the evening. Enough time passed between them to give her warning, to give her time to send everyone away and settle herself. She had several scrap hides prepared for such a thing, items with holes or errors from hunts. Siv rarely made mistakes when she worked with leather, but she often experimented and many times destroyed things in this manner. They would serve her purpose now, and she was eager to be done with it. Childbirth was not new to her, nor was rearing an infant—but the process was a long, painful one, and she did not enjoy it in the least.

She kept the fire going and made herself busy as best she could. It was the waiting that drove her mad, so her fingers and hands found ways to keep her busy. The bag’s purpose was clear enough; it was meant to work as a sling and rest over her shoulder and across her chest, hanging low near the belly. Siv could not afford to leave the children alone constantly, and every so often would rise to look over the sleeping babes. With Gale’s help they had fashioned a crib of sorts from branches, lined it with moss and pine and feathers and piled upon this leather and animal pelts. It was a nest in which two puppies slept, full and fat, and Siv hoped their mother might live on in a better place. By now, she had come to think of Itachi in a warmer light, and secretly wondered if the time her daughter spent with the man would lead to anything.

The pain increased sometime in the darkest hours of the night and Siv paced until her body told her otherwise. She gave birth at three in the morning, alone, silently.

It was one child, large and a dark shade like her mother, and Siv licked and cleaned her, poured her scent over the babe. Low noises sounded deep in her throat and only once the messy task was finished did she take the small thing that was her second daughter and urge her to suckle. Exhausted, Siv settled before the fire and allowed it to warm her. Only when the other pups began to cry did she rise, hoisting all three of them within one arm, and retreat to her sleeping quarters. There she lowered them to her bed and, after finally shifting down to her lupus form, jumped in after them.

The three children each found a nipple and set to suckling while Siv, on her pile of fur, drifted into a light sleep.

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