[labprotocol]

"Ivan's being an idiot is what," Ivy hissed rubbing Ivan's belly soothingly. "He's decided to induce labor in a half-brained scheme to hide his kits." She glared at Ceral daring him to ever try this.

"Last time," Ivan gasped feeling a contraction start. "They took half my kits while I was still recovering. That's not happening again." He could remember it. He was so exhausted after pushing out eleven eggs, half out of his mind in pain when Reva had simply taken his eggs, saying she was going to 'clean them up' and Ivan, naive as he was, believed her. He'd gone to sleep while six of his kits were auctioned off and sold. When he woke Reva had only returned the last six. He'd cried for two days straight.