[birth] holding the weight of your world

After trading in the bits and bobs to Valk, Hannibal and Dutch walked steadily to Ashen. Anxiety struck through his form with each step. They were silent and dutiful in their march. The little viking was full term and ready to pop. The round belly full of his spawn seemed to be all he could focus on. He was alert with erect ears and wide eyes. Taking in each sight and sound as they moved through the wilderness. But, just as they put their paws across the scented border Dutch spoke.

Hannibal whipped his head in her direction with even wider eyes. After one more step they were within Ashen's territory and the smaller femme laid down on her side. That big belly raising and lowering with her heavy breaths. The male took a step closer to her, "Focus on your breathing. I will call for help." With that the male tossed his head into the air and let forth a strong howl into the air. It was a song of summons for Ashen's healers as well as any high ranking Wolves that may offer them protection in such a dire situation. - As the call ended the albino leaned his head down and attempted to plant a sweet lick upon Dutch's brow. "You got this, Dutch."