one, two, three- drink

Blood stained the males fur as he trotted back towards the den site, a rabbit hanging limply from his jaws.  It had been a hard won catch, his thanks to some loose snow that caused the rabbit to fall through the surface, sputtering and flailing just long enough for the large male to barrel through and seize his prize.  This snack would come in handy he was sure of it.  Tail wagging lazily back and forth Drashiel couldn't wait to show his pregnant wife his catch.  She was unbelievably large now and Drashiel could only imagine how many pups were being granted life in her belly.

A pained howl shattered the silence of the winter sky and Drashiel bolted forward, limbs eating the distance between him and the call.  It was Roman and she was in agony, he knew that much.  Was she alright?  Was she…. was she giving birth?  He slid to a halt at the den entrance, quickly dropping the rabbit as he moved in.  Screw decorum, he wanted to be there for her.  

"Roman I'm here, I'm here.  Breathe, love, I'm sure Amalia will be here shortly to help with the pain." Drashiel moved to lay by her back, seeking to curl somewhat protectively around her and to give her both warmth and reassurance.

"Speech"
'thoughts'