It is Thyme
01-21-2019, 12:05 PM
Rhyme did as he was told, though he could tell Tana had no desire to give him the lifeless pup. He was so tiny and limp. His breathing increased as he felt a surge of adrenaline, his tongue rasped over its tiny chest. It was not moving. Rhyme couldn’t give up though. He tried to rid the babe’s nose of liquid and gunk but even after his little mouth was clear he still did not move. Even being laid on Rhyme’s warm forelegs he could feel the heat leaving its body. Rhyme focused entirely on the tiny child on his paws, barely comprehending the birth still going on beside him when the cries of the second child reached his ears. A strong voice that wasn’t quieted until given food to soothe him. Rhyme’s heart was breaking as he continued desperately to bring life back into the tiny pup. "Come on. Come on." He whispered, real fear gripping him as his hope swiftly drained. |
