Stone Circle It's only half past the point of no return

Greyback, mother-henish at all times, paced broodingly outside the birthing den with a solemn expression. He had tried multiple times throughout the day to push his snout through the small opening in curiosity, and much to his own avail, was met with snarls and snaps of Valette's jaws only a hair away from his nose. It was not his fault that he worried for her safety.

'Venicy had never been as big as Valette during the time of her labor, yet she had—No. No, I should not worry about the outcome of that in such a dire time.' He chastised himself for such a thought, and with a low growl and a shake of his head he continued to worry a line in the earth with his pacing. With each passing second that whines and grunts flowed through the den, so did the urge that was akin to instinct tell him to barge his way in.

It wasnt until little screams broke the air that the man turned and forced himself to take a (brisk) walk away the den, his fur fluffed from anxiety sparking underneath. It was the only thing he could do in order to stop himself from becoming Valette's next dinner, but everything in his body was telling him to stay, stay, stay. Tend and mend, care and nurse.

It didn't take long for him to turn around and abandon the walk.

Pacing back to the den with worry clogged in his throat, Greyback slowly came upon the den with hesitation, the scent of blood flooding his nostrils and sending him to panic. "My Heart?" He called, his voice shallow. He peeked inside the den once more, but nothing came, only the high pitched wails of the newborns and silence that emanated off of Valette—who laid still against the earth.

It wasn't worry that clogged his throat, it was his heart, his love. He was upon Valette in seconds, laying beside her as his nose pressed down to sniff her pelt in earnest, to nudge her in attempt to see if life was left; The only indication of such a thing was the shallow rise and fall of her sides. "No My Love, you must stay awake.." He commanded.

He didn't know low long he stayed there, his chin resting upon her shoulder as he prayed and look down upon the newborns. He didn't dare to touch them yet, but knew they were as strong as their mother with their bellowing yells— all except one that was discolored and laid lifeless against Valette. It's fur was wet, skewed upward from what Greyback assumed were licks, it's body contorted in what was obviously a limp position. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to run down his cheek as the man grieved the loss of a child.