Call the Ambulance

Starling would instantly help her direct her children towards her belly, smiling at the squirming and the fighting for milk. He couldn't help but swoon, his heart already in love with these little guys. Perhaps that was a problem, but it wasn't something he worried about now. Instead his ears would flick as she named her first born, and he'd nod his head. "B-beautiful name.." He said softly, smiling brightly at her. When she offered for him to name one of her children, his eyes widened drastically. His maw would open a few times before he swallowed and nodded. The compliment washed over him, swelling his heart and making him feel...absolutely amazing. And being able to name a child? It was such an honor! Such..a task! What if she hated the name he chose? For a moment he glanced towards her mate, towards Cypress, his ears falling back just slightly as he looked back at the children, at the little girl who looked so much like Arian. They all seemed to be a mix of their mother and father, and he was painfully reminded of his own siblings. Most of them held either the eye markings or the nose markings of their parents..

He thought for a long while, in silence before he finally smiled, an idea coming to mind. "Juniper." He said clearly, with feeling. Cypress and Juniper, it worked. Perhaps it was because Starling's mind was always constantly full of plant names, and other things. Without another word he'd pick himself up and move back towards the herb pile. He would seperate some meadowsweet and alfalfa. Carrying it towards Arian he'd smile softly. "I-if you a-are still in pain..." He motioned to the meadowsweet. It was gentle, he knew, and it could help ease her pain. She just went to hell and back, he assumed, pregnancy was difficult on the body. "A-and I heard...al-alfalfa helps p-produce m-milk.." He would look up at her with his shining eyes, a small, nervous smile on his lips.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"