Not the homecoming I wanted

*Tyrian* · 12-26-2021, 08:41 PM

Tyrian did his best to tend Motif's wounds as she labored. He had to be creative as he had no supplies on hand and he'd promised not to leave her which meant he was limited to only what could be found nearby. Still, he made do as best he could all the while offering words of encouragement and keeping an eye on the progress of her labor.

As the first babe was born Tyrian seized it gently and moved into the light with it. It looked so small in his bloodied paws and was terribly still; its small, blunted mouth gapped just enough to reveal a pale tongue. Seizing upon the severity of the pup's situation, a feeling of calm concentration settled over Tyrian. He laid down with the pup and began to rub its sides and back vigorously. It refused to stir. He tilted it forward so it faced the ground below and thumped it gently, but purposefully, on the back.

He cast a quick glance at Motif, but made sure to keep his expression in check. Tyrian wasn't going to give up just yet, but the outlook was growing more grim by the second.

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Not the homecoming I wanted

Laz

Tyrian