Sawtooth Spire I bow to no law made by men who never bore a child.

mahler had been inside many whelping dens in the past years. sagtannet was rampant and cascading, but he tread immediately to nyx' den on compelled edge. 
her scent lingered heavy here, and the gargoyle, remembering the feel of wylla's teeth, hesitated a moment before stepping into the darkened invitation of the densite. she was a pale sheen of moonlight, not yet begun, and mahler lay his satchel of medicines just inside.
"you vill be strong, mein leichtes herz," he murmured lowly as he came to recline close at hand, where she might lean against him during her harder pains.
the night crept by in a blur of agony and nyx' tight jaw. mahler reassured her from time to time, assessing her body with a midwife's eye to confirm she would not have the dangerous difficulty of a birth marked by a child who could not enter the world.
this worry was swept away as the starbeam brought forth the first babe. the woman was deft, quick, blossoming swiftly maternal. caught in his careful observation of nyx, mahler's attention was seized then by the tiny flaxen bundle.
his eyes, the man discovered, were wet with joy once more.
he crept forward with an assuring grunt to the ripple of motherly hackles, broad muzzle hovering just over the first of their children. "she is perfect in all vays, nyx," mahler whispered hoarsely, attempting to keep the tremble from his chin. 
he backed then to allay any maternal nerve, amethyst gaze following the woman as she felt the hand of toil upon her again. it seemed nature would take her mercy, for soon thereafter a darkling child came to sagtannet.
he watched warmly, unable to keep the smile from lighting his scarred features. and when nyx lifted the tired glow of her beautiful face to him, mahler stooped closer, tail thumping once behind him as he inspected the second newborn.
another daughter. his father's heart ached almost with its sum of love. "little sisters." a shaking breath; mahler allowed the silent tears to arrive and gazed at the small pair with a great sunlight in his softened stare.