PEACHES

The woman had left the children with a young girl, a russet pup, who said she would watch them. The other was six months old, likely not very experience in raising children, but the sharp bark of her friend would drawn the woman out, leaving her children in the paws of another older one. She would pad to Othello, coming across a scene of birth. Orchid was there, tending to her friend, and the man she assumed was Othello's mate. Crucifix too. There were children too... two... and one was...

The healer would freeze, behind them all, her breath catching in her throat. A stillborn. She felt horrible, to see her friend's new child in this condition. Ellis would give a soft whine, looking to Othello with gentleness in her gaze. "Keep going, Othello... you can do this." Her words were soft, but she hoped that her friend would hear them. For now she hung back, though she would hang back, letting the others do their job. But she was here for Othello when it was over... and she would do whatever she could to help her friend.




"Speech"

"Settle down." Said my heart.

...and so here it was I would settle down.