Devil's Angel

Devil's pace was slow as she entered the terra, her breath comming in a pant. Them damn bitches chased her all across the Prarie like they had nothing better to due. Being fully pregnant she had no choice but to run her ass out. At times she stopped to nip at the closest wolf, but then two more would snap at her, which explains the bite marks and all the blood at her hindquarters. Thankfully none had hurt her stomach, although one foolish brute tried. She had simply drove her fangs along his shoulder to his hindquarters on the left side, making him fall back slightly. Then she continued on, using the rest of her strength to jog here, her breath comming out in major pants. Even then she didn't stop, but continued on toward the den area, making sure no one saw or heard her just yet. Her scent was there, but unrecognizable. The smell of pups mixed with hers had changed it. Soon she came to what she wanted, the den area. A sigh of relief came from her, before she had to grit her teeth in a grimance at the first contraction. Her ivory colored pelt dissapeared inside the den, stopping at the very edge before laying down, contractions still coursing through her body. A yelp came from the vixen as a low growl rumbled from her maw. This was Angel's frist time given birth, and even though she wouldn't admit it, she was terrified. Even if someone showed up nobody was comming down here but one wolfess. Saber was who she wanted with her for help. The fea was the closest thing that Devil had to a real friend. A soft whine came from her, that would carry simply to the entrance. The smell of a stranger and blood should bring somebody soon. All she had to do was wait, and endure the pain of countless waiting.