could you not? {{ birthing

*Starling* · 09-23-2015, 10:12 PM

Starling had stayed around the past few days, which was oddly easier than expected. He had counted the days, and planned his...plans accordingly. It would be sometime very soon, which is why he had, up untill this moment, busied himself with gathering as much as he could so he could spend his week or so around the packlands just sorting. He had dug his store deeply, widely, enough to fit himself and all of his plants. He had also taken a page out of his training in Sonticus, remembering the odd wooden shelves that Arian had kept her herbs in, so he had painstakingly dug out grooves in his walls, enough to store his herbs, and he had tried his damndest to find warm pelts to help moderate the temperature and keep it dry for the winter months. The longer he could keep his herbs alive when the snow came, the better it was for their pack. It was all for his family, for their health and the new additions. He was well prepared, with his stocked store and his new rank, to help them through it all. It was he who would help his mother through her birthing, he wanted to be there for her, so he kept a special bundle tied in the back of his store.

So, when he heard his mother's desperate cry faint and very distant, he was ready. He rushed to the back of his store, picked up the pre-gathered herbs and dashed from it. His paws were swift (for once) as they carried him easily through the packlands, his pace quickening as his father's demanding howl called his name. It was time, it certainly was time. He breathed around the flora, his body pushing through the tall grass before he skidded to a stop at the sweet sound of his father's voice, and the painful cries of his mother. He quickly lopped towards them, dropping his bundle and nosing through it to find the trillium, motherwort and some dandelion roots. Moving towards his parents he quickly placed them before his mother, looking at her with a sweet but serious smile. "Sarà madre va bene, basta mangiare quelli. Masticare, tanto più si mastica più rapidamente che reagirà." He said quickly before turning back, gently nosing at her heaving sides. It certainly was time. He counted under his breath for the contractions before looking at Bass, nodding his head. Keep doing that, he said with his gaze. Comfort her. "Mamma, ho bisogno di respirare, dentro e fuori e cercare di rilassarsi. Prendete le vostre erbe, e solo respirare." He said in his tender voice, assessing her pain levels, and counting between contractions. Soon, soon, his little siblings would be here soon, and she would be just fine, he would make sure of it. If anything, he had brought enough pain killers to knock out an elephant if she needed it.

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