shelter to my soul { birthing thread

It would seem that this was nothing like the birth that Motif went through, and he smiled at Rhy as Wren started to push. He kept humming, nuzzling her a few times to encourage her. It was then that the first two pups came forth, all covered in goo. His nose turned up at the thought of cleaning them, the smell almost making him gag. That was until their tiny forms started to wiggle around, crying to be set free. Swallowing whatever threatened to come up, Bass bent down and picked one up, leaving the other from his chocolate sister to tend to. Poking it softly with his nose, he watched in wonderment as it reacted to his warmth, moving towards his own belly. Golden eyes grew wide as she shook his head, leaning down and bonking it softly with his nose. "Oh no little one, you won't get much from there." He whispered, licking the damp creature. It was just so... small. He. As he cleaned it its gender became clear, and he beamed up at Rhy. A son. He had pups. Letting out a short barked laugh, his eyes welled with tears as he gazed down at the tiny thing, screams that seemed way too loud coming from it. Pale ears pulled back as he picked it up gently, placing him by Wren's belly. Reacting to the heat of his mother, he easily crawled forward to nuzzle at her belly. His gaze was full of awe as he watched the tiny thing, soon joined by his brother that Rhythm had cleaned. Two tiny little boys. It all seemed like a dream...

It didn't last long though, his wife wailing as three more pups were expelled from her womb. Now his eyes were really wide, huge saucers as he recounted. Five. Five? It couldn't be... Wren was so tiny... How in the world did FIVE of them fit in her? They had five children. The number kept repeating in his head, until he realized that they were crying at their mother's tail, aimlessly wandering around. He picked up a little female, cleaning that one quicker as he looked at her pale form. Just like her mother, with tan elbow points and a dark gray under her tail. Tan markings ran from under her eyes towards her nose, a combination o both his and Wren's eye markings. And so tiny. Bass' thoughts kept repeating in his mind, dancing in circles as he placed her down with her other two brothers. There were still two children left to be cleaned, and he nosed the other female towards his sister as he began to clean the last male. He was dark brown like Motif, white lines running under his eyes and a tan tipped tail, and the inside of his tiny little ears. Cleaning the boy off he placed them with the rest, gazing down at the five little ones. Three boys and two girls. "I miei figli, i miei bambini piccoli." He whispered in Italian, a large grin taking over his maw.

Turning to Wren, he looked over just in time to see her flop to the ground, a very short word muttered from her lips. Chuckling, he bent down and ran his tongue over her ear, the scent of their children strong on his breath. "L'hai fatto il mio fiore, cinque splendidi cuccioli. Rhythm ora, il mio amore. Ritmo e posso prendere da qui." He gazed over to his sister, realizing that she most likely didn't understand his words. "Should we let her sleep now?" He asked, uncertainly of what to do now that the whelps had all been set free. He looked at them now, all nestled against their mother's belly. Names, they needed names. Bass looked up at Rhy, their litter had been all set around musical themes. His gaze flickered from one woman to the other, an idea forming in his mind. "We should name them all after song birds, a combination of our litter theme and Wren's name. How does that sound, il mio amore ?"