The time had come and the Gods had insured the wolves of Willow Ridge as such with a storm none could easily ignore. Darkness had arrived hours earlier that late afternoon with the coming of dark, thick clouds. Now darkness had overwhelmed the lands with the coming of nightfall and it only broke when lightning flashed overhead, spidering through the sky and ending with a rumbling of thunder which rolled over the mountains to the east. The wind had picked up, the willows being whipped about so harshly their newly buds ripped from their hanging limbs and likely struck those with a sting who tried hiding under them for some sense of protection. Ravenna, hours now, had already found the protection of the den which she had chose to give birth in, the den which Enoki had created for the coming over her own first litter. She remained laying near the opening of the den, head poking out to view the raging display of the Gods. It reminded her of how Romanov, the very first Archer, had been said to have been created.
Though the silver Amazon may have been comforted by the wild display outside, taking it as a well sign from the Gods, this did little to stop the horrible wild feeling inside her gut. She had done her best to take in various herbs this day and more recently a high dose of sweet grass. It seemed nothing however could stop the pain of contractions and with each snap of thunder came a cry from the mother to be. The contractions were coming along more frequent now and her panting heavier, her body tensing with a shiver, a whine passing her lips every so often. It had already been hours of this, how much longer would this go on? How much more pain did she have to take before the pups could finally come?
Another quiver of pain took over her, causing a louder whine this time. Outside, a crack of thunder and flash of lightning caused her to flinch for it sounded far closer then she had expected, the sound of breaking wood causing her ears to fall back against her skull. With the sound came a sudden on pour, like a flood all at once plummeting onto the world. Had she not taken into consideration 'April showers' the rains may have been quite worrisome, able to not only flood the pack den but drown the birthing children within it. Though Ravenna's den was situated under the roots of one of the various willow trees she was lucky that the placement was also upon an uprising knoll, the waters moving down the slope and away from the burrow Ravenna laid within now. Still she wondered, with the storm, if anyone would hear her cries and if anyone would be able to be here to support her while she gave birth to the newest generation of Willow Ridge pups. Her pack members would be much safer in the pack den, out of the heavy wind and rain, away from any falling branches. She nearly willed them to stay away, all of them, even if it meant enduring this alone.