one, two, three- drink
01-02-2015, 08:02 PM
This would be their only litter, Drashiel came quickly to that decision as he watched his wife overcome with pain. He didn't like seeing her like this. She snapped at him but he let the words roll off him like water off a duck. Reaching out he attempted to lick her left ear, hoping to cool some of her fever and offer what reassurance he could. Drashiel knew he could not understand the pain she was going through but dammit he would be here for her every step of the way, whether she wanted him to or not. Amalia soon appeared and began to treat his wife. --------------- Time seemed to crawl by as Roman labored, growing weaker with every push. One by one the pups were brought into the world and Drashiel could only stare in awe at the five pups. FIVE. Not only that but some of them were quite large. Drashiel assisted Amalia with cleaning the little creatures and as soon as they were at their mother's side he leaned down to nuzzle her. "You did well Roman, five pups, they'll be ok." The last it seemed was ill but Drashiel was certain Amalia would be able to treat it and all five would survive. "Speech" |