Call the Ambulance

Good heavens, women were amazing. He decided it then. He felt a wonder fill him, something that pushed aside his fear and his anxiety. This was life, new life. This was her creating something that would breathe, that would have a destiny, that would love and learn and grow. "E'... un miracolo" He whispered softly before her voice jolted him from his wonder. He would nod his head quickly but hesitating to leave her alone, but she needed water. He'd quickly grab some moss and bolt from the den, running as quick as his ambling paws would allow. As quickly as he could he'd soak the moss in the water, pushing his paw against it to suck up as much as he could before he'd turn around to run back to her. It was the best way he knew to transport water, and he hoped she would understand it.

"I-is there anything e-else I can't do? M-more herbs? M-more water?" He'd run back to that river many many times to be sure that her children were safe and she was safe. This was his first birthing, he didn't want her to be hurt because of his lack of knowledge. He was breathing hard, more so from his anxiety than the run. This was good experiance...right? He was doing okay, right? He'd look at the pup then, and before he could stop himself he'd smile and ask, "wh-what's his name?"

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"