Back to the future
03-10-2015, 09:09 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Of course she was not fine. He could see it plainly as her body contracted on her again, causing her expression to wince painfully in response. The burly grey male's ears tipped back sympathetically, but he knew his little mate was strong. She had done this before; she would do it again. He offered her his company as she requested, staying by her side and glancing up and over at their daughter as Warja came in answer to her mother's summons. The edge of the Guardian's lips quirked upward in a rare half grin as she tried to ask for a brother, and though there was a part of himself that wished the same, for another son from this litter, he knew better than to think they could have had any influence over it. It was all a game of chance, and they would be lucky if all of them were healthy. The typical healer's question followed, and Rune tried to settle himself with the thought that his daughter was now, in this situation, in charge. Alamea took to her easily enough, and he nuzzled the little wolf soundlessly in encouragement, amazed just as the first time that she was managing to keep herself together so well despite the difficulties of what she needed to do. And as moving to the den was brought up, Rune shifted quickly to accommodate Alamea, offering her his side and shoulder to lean against as he matched her pace and helped her to their den. He was glad she had still been in good enough shape to make the short trek. The den was a far better place to be born than right out here. Not even once they were in the den did Rune leave her side, though he allowed her some space as she stepped further inside. Things seemed to be advancing along well, and he could sense that very soon the new litter would be wriggling about and crying pitifully beside their mother. He lingered there just inside the den, wishing to be near enough to watch her and make sure she was okay through the whole ordeal but knowing Warja's place in all this was significantly more important overall. He glanced back at his daughter and backed away, allowing her room enough to get by and to her mother to help her as only she could. |
