Adara scurried out of the wagon, curses ringing after her. The timid slave had just offered up some food for the pregnant female to eat, but Amy was having none of it. They had set up camp in a nice clearing, no pests around and no scents of recent canines. Here was where her pups would be born. Instead of the lap of luxury that they deserved. Thinking on it again Amy tossed a metal pan, breaking through the fabric of the wagon this time. Great. Now she'd have to replace that!
Kohaku had been wise, choosing to stay out of Amy's way after his ear had been practically taken off. Huffing Amy leaned back, trying to find a more comfortable position in the furs. The closer she got to the birth the harder it was to find a position to relax in. She fluffed the pillow, only to have her claws tear through it when she used too much force. Growling the pillow found itself sailing in the same direction as the pan, Amy sinking down. This was pointless.
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