could you not? {{ birthing

Bass held a still warm rabbit in his jaws, intended for his wife. As he neared their den though, he did not see her within it. Worry filled him at once, she was very pregnant and shouldn't be wandering so far away. A whine left his jaws as he bit down harder on the dead creature, dropping it so that he could try and trace her scent. He rounded the side of the den and picked it up, it was faint, but not too old at all. Quickly he raced after the smell, and it wasn't long before he saw the woman curled in the dirt, calling for her and Starling. Good heavens it was happening already. Coming to her side he tossed up a howl and called for Starling and Harmony, an urgency in his vocals. He should know what it was about, and he just prayed that the young boy would bring what was needed. And Harmony, he needed her support in this as well as her aid for Starling. Drawing his attention back to Wren he let out a soft hum, leaning down to nuzzle the top of her head. He hated seeing her go through his pain, and was not at all envious of her position. "Baby mine, don't you cry," he sang softly, laying down behind her and supporting her smaller frame. "Baby mine, dry your eyes." The lullaby came from his mouth in hushed tones, hoping his deep baritone would help sooth her. "Rest your head, close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine." Hurry Starling, Harmony, anyone!

"Speech"
'thoughts'