Breakin' my heart BIRTHING THREAD

He had been there the whole time, more or less. He had heard her call and rushed forth, only to see Rhy slip into the den first. At the sound of Motif's whimpers and cries, the scent of blood strong, he couldn't go in. Instead he paced back and forth outside of the den, his shadow crossing the mouth several times. He made no sounds, they were both busy and he didn't want to disturb them. He also couldn't stand the thought of watching his sister bleed, so he waited. But it was all too quiet, far too quiet for a birthing den. A whine slipped out of his mouth, worry growing thickly in the large male. It wasn't until he heard one little whimper that he paused and peeked in. His sister had been far too large to birth just one child, and he dreaded to see what lay before him. Three pups lay still and motionless, unmoving except for the one little one at Motif's belly. He felt as if he was going to hurl, both his stomach and heart heaving. This couldn't be... His first litter in his siblings and most were... dead. He was too afraid to speak, to scared to say much of anything. He whined again, ears flat against his head as he looked on, claws worrying at the earth. Was Motif okay?