Call the Ambulance

Starling would quickly move to seperate the trillium from the pile, something he should have done before the contractions began. Hindsight was 20/20, and that became more and more true the more days he lived. So he quickly seperated it and thought for a moment before quickly grabbing it into his maw and move at a steady but rapid pace towards Arian's maw. He dropped the flower and leaf before her mouth. "E-eat, chew w-well! The better you chew, the quicker it will r-react." He nodded then before turning towards her, watching as he side fall and swell with each laborous breath. He felt the adrenaline course through him, and his fear quickly took a backseat to his responsibility. Sure, it was something he knew nothing about, but Starling had been born for this. The very moment he had taken his first breath, it was destined that he would help others take theirs, and he would prolong the last breath as well. He felt his intelligent mind reel, trying to think of what Wren and even Motif might have said about pregnancy. It was natural, wasn't it? But oh, it looked so painful. He would shift to her stomach then, wondering how he might help with the pushing, if he could help at all. He didn't want to ask, but time was running short, and he had no idea. "T-tell me." He said then, sky blue eyes narrowed as he looked up at her face. He would wait till this was all over to apologize for his lack of knowledge, but right now he was the only one in the den that could do anything, while she was the only one that could tell him how. She was his teacher, after all. He figured he'd have to clean the pups, be sure they all took their breath and helped them find their mother, but he wasn't entirely clear how to get from here to there.

"Burn Baby Burn"
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