PEACHES

With Scorpions approval, Crucifix would start his grim task. Taking he stillborn babe in his grasp he would slip out of the den, Othello?s frantic eyes burned into his memory as he found himself outside Orchids den. He went a polite distance from her home before starting the task of digging, he needed only move the tinniest bit of earth before he could place the child inside. He looked at the little form with an expression of deep regret before gently pushing the dirt back over, and burying the babe from sight.



He would return to utter chaos, with Orchid and Ellis working franticly over Othello, who was bellowing in pain. Worse, both Othello and Orchid where covered in blood and the Alpha could only hover by the entrance, unable to do anything but watch the healers work and keep out of their way. When at last the next child was pulled from the unconscious form of Othello it would be again seen as a stillborn.



Crucifix lashed out at the cave wall, a claw scrapping heavily against the wall as he vented a moment of rage and lowered his head as he drew in a ragged breath. His sadness had always been closely tied to his anger and the rage was building inside of him again. He took another deep breath, the soft touch of Lavender still in the air as he fought to bring himself under control. When at last he did so he would move forward, placing a paw gently over Othello?s face and felt for her breathing. The soft tickle of it against his coat was a comfort and he was able to bring his attention now to Orchid/ She was hung over the water he had brought here, and her coat was mattered with dried blood, her chest her paws and splotches across her cheek told the story. The boy grabbed a sponge of moss and began to wipe away at the blood that mattered the healers face ? he wasn?t certain what else to do in a situation like this ? Othello was unconscious, Ellis was ensuring her young fed and Orchid was clearly exhausted.


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