He would watch as the blood started to pool around the woman?s hindquarters as cries accompanied the horrid pain. Through such struggles the tiny form of a wolf would slip from the alabaster fea?s womb, crying out as her mother spoke a name over her head. Obviously the child needed to eat, but being covered in blood and mucus Scorpion couldn?t allow the babe to wallow in the filth of her birth. Massive paws would step forward, as the mother was occupied with the next pup he would take to cleaning her. He?d take her gently in his jaws to move her away from the blood, hoping the little healer would be just as preoccupied. Slowly he?d begin to step back, making sure he was quiet. As though the tiny child could sense the importance of silence her cries would diminish, and without a single other thought the male would exit the den.
With his tiny newborn daughter dangling in his jaws he would escape the gory place. Prize in hand his form would return to Othello and their other pups. What would one more hurt?
-exit Scorpion with Atka-
