fleeting innocence

Despite the seemingly calm demeanor of the pale man his heart was thudding rapidly within his chest. He felt uneasy with often shifts of his weight and glances between the two ladies. His lovers soft words and experience gave Hannibal confidence that the babe could handle this. Out the three births he had participated in he had the most faith in this one. Deathbelle had a litter previously as well as a good healer at her side. Iolaire was incredibly suited to be assisting with the royal spewing of spawn.

As he witnessed the love of his life struggle he couldn't seem to move. Hannibal watched in utter silence as his eyes rapidly flicked from the two. Every now and again he had to remind himself to breath. Which was something that he should be doing for the lady giving birth and not himself. Just barely did the beast hear the words 'I need help'. In a flash he felt his heart rate increase faster then ever before. Faster then he had remembered during his many battles and even when he had been pinned by a boulder up north. In his oxygen deprived mind he thought the worst and felt himself freeze. Hannibal did not faint but he was surely on the brink of doing so.