Golden Glade The Next Generation

Aspen's snapping proved his thoughts, and the King did not step further as he winced. No, no she wasn't okay. He wasn't honestly sure what to say - thankfully, the denmother was swift behind him and confirmed his worries. 

                "Yeah, seems like it. You should probably help her - I'll be... Out here."

The man stepped to the side to make room for the heavily pregnant Heartha, laying on the edge of the tunnel. As he placed his head on his paws, he realized he could still yet see his mate - here he would stay, watching her with a pain in his eye as if he felt it too. He hated to see her like this, and dearly hoped she was okay. Forgotten memories flared - the only other birth he'd witnessed hadn't gone so well. Melodie had been in a lot of pain, there'd been so much blood.... No. This time, he was older - this time, they had a more skilled healer and midwife. Aspen and their babies would be fine.