[birth] holding the weight of your world

The Wolves came at once. First came Archon who rushed into the clearing eager to help. Hannibal offered the giant a firm nod and flicked his nose in the direction of the border. "Stand watch, if you would. We are in the open and Dutch here is about to give birth." As time went on of course the birth fact was extremely clear. But, Archon would honestly be of most help being their eyes in such a dire situation.

Next came Lucerita and that odd Raccoon of hers. First she assessed the situation and Hannibal stepped back slightly to give the healer some space. But, as the white and black fae turned her attention onto the alpha the male offered nothing but a swift snarl. Teeth bared and lips curled as he stared at his bold sister. "Your only concern here is ensuring the health and well being of my pups." Hannibal flicked his nose back towards Dutch who was deep into labor. "Focus." His tones left no room for if ands or buts. If Luce wanted to speak out anymore he would send her away and do everything himself. He had done it before with Nephthys.

Hannibal could hear his heart beat as he stood watching the situation pan out. He was pleased to see Banshee arriving with a pouch of herbs. The albino offered his eldest daughter a nod before turning his eyes back to the mother of his soon to be pups. Dutch called out for him as a little blob of a pup was pushed from her form. The male leaned down and took a long look at the creature, almost scared to touch it. He witnessed as the little thing took it's first few breaths and its tiny belly moved up and down. He was sure Luce would move in to do what was needed but if not he would act on it. "A boy." He raised his head and flicked a glance of joy towards Dutch. He was eager for what would come next.