PEACHES

Othello was hysterical over the dead pup. He would show his teeth, a growl coming from his lips. His non verbal action would warn the girl not to question Orchid. Their offspring was dead. They had to move on. After he nuzzled her gently she would find herself caught up in their son's presence. His cries never ceasing as she became engrossed within his presence. Scorpion would take the moment to enjoy the tiny child and the she wolf that birthed him. The perfection would not last though, pain would grip her body once more. He would move to hold her, through the scream and the awful pain he would keep her tight.
He would catch just the tiniest sight of another pup before Orchid barked at him a demand. He had to hold onto Othello. She would fight, but he would watch as her eyes slid shut and body became limp. He would hold her, watching as Othello and suddenly another healer, would work. He supposed she'd been hanging around for a while now, but he'd not given her a second thought until she was saving his woman. They would work and work, finally producing a fourth tiny pup. Though it would be the second failure.
Crucifix would lash out, causing Scorpion's ears to fall. He had a similar outlook to Orchid, his attention should be on the living. So he would hold Othello, grooming her features and making sure she would still breath. He would try to coax her to wakefulness as the stand in alpha made an approach. "She's still breathing." he would growl, finding a boundary now that he wished not for the man to cross. He would hear the other healer's soft words, obviously knowing Othello by name as well. "Orchid will not lose her." It was a confident statement as well as a slight command. Orchid would not let his Othello die.

"Scorpion Speech"
"Othello Speech"