shelter to my soul { birthing thread

He was at the border, answering someone's call when her voice called out for him. He had felt the calmness himself, something to odd to him. It had been utter chaos in the past months, with so many woman growing little ones within them. He dismissed himself from the conversation, his own breath hitching in his throat. It was time, wasn't it? As he raced towards the den she tipped back her head and let out a howl for Rhy ring loose. There was no doubt about it, the panic in his wife's voice. Were they ready for this? Was the world truly ready for all these little ones running around?

He broke through the den, seeing Wren laying there panting, obviously panicking. She wouldn't be able to focus if she was like this, so he gently tugged on her ear. "Shh, my darling, shh. I'm here. Rhythm is coming soon my love. Just breath, its all okay." He said calmly, forcing himself to remain sturdy for her. Bass stepped over her heaving form, sides quivering as her body was getting ready to do what it did best. He scooted in behind her, close enough to brush against her but at the same time giving her space. Her body was already starting to grow hot, and Bass started to hum softly. Anything to take her mind off of it, to ease these pains that she was going through. "Baby mine, don't you cry." He sang softly, nuzzling in behind her ear. "Get ready my love, push when you feel the need to with all your might. These little ones need you, aren't you excited to see their little faces?" He asked, whispering in her ear. He sure was, he couldn't wait to meet the little trouble makers.

"Burn Baby Burn"