All You Have To Do Is Shout It Out [Birth]

A hare clenched loosely between powerful jaws, the titan returned to their lover. The day had been long and uneventful, filled with menial tasks. With the birth of their children approaching so rapidly, the beast scarcely wanted to leave the little pixie's side. They wanted only to dote upon her and bathe her in unending devotion. However, duties were to be fulfilled. The day had started off with a quick examination of the borders, making sure they were sound. Perhaps they had taken a quick piss, just to be sure. Never hurt to make sure everyone knew that this area was occupied. Then, a foray into the surrounding area. In the wet season, the herbs had been plentiful and the healers hadn't needed them to scout. However, now that rain was scarce, everything was dying off quickly. Thus, the beast felt obligated to retrieve whatever they thought the healers might need.

Today, that had left them empty handed. Save for this small meal for their beloved. Pale paws had settled into an easy, rolling gait through the cathedral. As the den site neared, the heady aroma of their lover was all over. Something was amiss. Her scent was wrong. Strained, fearful. Had someone dared threaten their beloved? Pace increasing, the titan pounded across the terrain. "My love!" They bellowed, brows knitting together with worry. "What's wrong?"

Her amethyst form was sprawled in the grass, claws kneading the ground. The air was ripe with the scent of stress. It must be time. A meal was clearly not in her interest, so the titan dropped the warm hare to the ground. "Little pixie, what would you have me do?" It was a desire only for her comfort, and the giant edged closer. Crown low, they sought to meet her frantic gaze.