PEACHES

Othello would come distressed as he made an entrance, her mind seemed distant. It was painfully obvious that she wished him at her side however, he would respond to her whines. His form pressing into her side as she writhed in the pain of child birth. Orchid would greet him, under normal circumstances he would have shown her the affection she was due. However, he found himself glued to Othello's side. She wouldn't have been able to savor the momant anyhow as suddenly the first of his children would slip into the world.
Orchid would work flawlessly, but as the new mother would cry out again she had to hand off the work. He would leave Othello to his healer sister, his attention suddenly focused solely on the tiny creature that was nestled at his feet. His eye would fall upon the perfect form of his son, the tiny boy's lungs working perfectly well. Scorpion's tongue would caress the wet fur, "Shh, little guy. You'll have food soon."Othello's cry would again ring through the den, there was a pain within it he could not ignore.
The limp form of a pup would ignite an anger within him, and a disappointment. Four little Destruction paws that would never get a chance to prove their greatness. His brows would furrow, it's mother wailing as Orchid once more took charge of the situation. He would nuzzle Othello gently, and he would try and soothe her. His sister would move the child, she knew there were still more to make an appearance. As he watched the still form he would see the pass off from his sister to the young male. His lips would pull back in a silent snarl, but he would nod the grave digger off. If he wished to take the task it was his to bear.

"Scorpion's Speech"
"Othello's Speech"