The Art of Birth

Wylan beamed a grin at the teacher as she acknowledged him. No one was upset at his late arrival, and he quietly caught his breath. Returning Ollie's silent greeting, and nodding his head at Finch. Right, the lesson was beginning.


Oh, good question. He considered his answers, but Finch was quick to cover a lot of variables. He stuck his tongue out at her in a friendly tease and cracked his brain for something to add. “Pups can come early or late and that can be a danger if your not prepared for that variable.” His tail picked up behind him, Eager to be able contribute something.