Truth be told Chord had been dreading the next birth in Abaven. There hadn't been much luck at all for the births here it seemed, it didn't take a genius healer to work that one out. Not one but two litters had suffered with still born pups, Motif had one daughter alive and well but would Bass and Wren be so lucky or would problems arise for them as well? As the cries sounded for Bass and Rhythm Chord grew even more worried for the sake of these children. It was a slow trek to the den, one he nearly turned back from several times but at last he eventually made it to the entrance of the den, Rhythm was partially blocking the view, though the tall boy tried to peer inside all the same the feelings of tension within him fading as he caught onto the more joyous feeling within the den. He couldn't see the pups but he was sure things were far better on this occasion. "Is everything ok?" He spoke quietly, still trying to get a little glimpse.
