The time down below moved slower than the time on top and Taryn grew larger and larger while they waited. She was in constant pain and no food would stay down. She was listless, like a slug, and had it not been for the golem, she would not have taken any exercise. The late pregnancy pains, the lightening pains, began. Lily asssured it was had nothing to do with labor and everything to do with preparing her body for labor. Taryn had nothing to do. She wanted so badly to create a nest for her babies, but out here in the Warren, there was no nesting to be done. Lately, she had begun to worry about dying.<br/><br/>She dreamed of birthing the cubs and how they would rip her body apart as they clawed their way to the light. She dreamed of blood and fire and water and a cloaked figure carrying off one of her offspring. Taryn woke up crying in the middle of the night, terrified and horrified at the same time. How glad she was to not be at Home where her weakness would have marked her unborn children as less than fit to belong. A mother's mental instability at a time like this was an indicator to the authority on the desirability of the child.<br/><br/>While awake, she agonized over the reception that the Hume and Kuguar would give her children. She worried about what they were going to do with winter coming on and small babies to keep warm.  Would Raschen never come? Taryn huddled deeper and deeper into the golem where she hugged her stomach and rocked.