Old Scars / Future Hearts

The howl he heard had been farther off than he thought. He had been laying with storm, enjoying the sun and describing what he saw to her in detail, the way colors looked as light reflected and shifted. He was at peace doing this. He found it easy to forget alot when he described things for her. Though he knew when she layed with him she felt his many scars from his abusive mother, which probably bothered her but he was aware she didn't say anything for his comfort as well. It was best the past stayed there.

He had left her in their orchard sanctuary, taking only what he figured he might need. The howl sounded like that of a female so there was no telling if he would need the motherwort he brought or not, but he did so just to be safe. He told storm she could come if she wanted but if she didn't want to he would be back before sunrise.

When he arrived he knew right away. The scent of birth and pregnancy was pungent in the air. He approached slowly, with a slow wag of his tail. His purple eyes slid from the female to the male with her. His scent told him his hunch as he had closed in on the dinning site was right. Clay Wreckage was here, possibly even the father of these children from the way she smelled of him and he clung to her. He gently laid out his herbs and sorted out the motherwort andc a few poppy seeds. He wouldn't give her the poppy if he could help it but it was what he had on hand for pain and sedatives.

He tore a few leaves off the motherwort and laid them to the side then took two more from the stalk and laid them in front of the dame. "chew these. I'll need you to relax and calm yourself." only After she had calmed down and chewed the motherwort did he move and place a gentle paw on her abdomen applying a gently pressure to feel for her pup. He had heard her say she thought it stuck or too big and for such a small female he was surprised to feel such a large child under his paw. Likely to be just as large as he himself was one day. He after all stood a full fourty-five inches, though his build wasn't near as heavy as some though he was still a heavy man. "My name is Chinook Tezca by the way, friend of the wreckages. As for your pup, it seems large and if you should have no qualms with it, I will aid you to bring him into the world. I just need you to push while I add pressure behind him to help. It will likely hurt though...." he looked to clay then her. This was their decision, but if he did not help the litter would likely all be lost.