Bearclaw Valley what a sweet surprise

Skip me until the babies are all pushed out!

With the elder woman’s arrival, Alexander moved away to grant her access into the den, and then immediately laid down off to the side of the entrance. Another was born, this one moving, but it did not appear to move towards his wife; he wasn’t worried, he assumed the child was just tired, or perhaps had yet to realise that it was hungry (it had to be hungry, right?). He gazed into the darkness of the whelping den, eyes resting on his wife, whose howl had his ears falling flat against his skull; the pain of her song struck him down and he felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach—what was wrong? What was happening? He wanted to trust that everything would be alright, that Forrest would ensure the survival of their children and his wife both but, still, there was a seed of worry that managed to take root and grow, leaving the male grasping for something joyous to happen.