shelter to my soul { birthing thread

The dark she wolf would find her attentions focused on the call Bass let out, she'd been doing little more than worrying over Motif and was just waiting to hear it. Eagerly she would push herself from the snow laden ground, her delicate paws carrying her easily to her brother's den. The day's peace was shattered as the sound of Wren's cries and Whimpers. She'd suppress a shudder as she slipped into the den, she was never having children. "Listen to Bass, Wren. Remember to breath," She'd whisper tenderly as she grew near her brother's mate. Ever so carefully Rhythm would nuzzle and nose at the woman's body, checking all she could as she found herself joining in Bass's tune. Her own sweet rumble would blend with his as she tried to soothe the poor girl.

All she'd really brought was a bit of lavender, not having been able to save any other birthing herbs before the winter had set in. "Take a few whiffs," She'd whisper as she placed the dried plant in front of WRen's nose. SUrely that would help as well. Bright eyes would turn to Bass, a smile on her face. "You're doing perfect so far, keep it up." She knew this birth would be smoother than Motif's. She would pray that she could save the pups this time, the tragedy in Motif's birthing had been too much.