Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

It was just another night in the kingdom, everything was normal. Until it wasn’t. Kyn begins to get worried for his beautiful wife in white. Her pain seems to be the worst it’s been since being pregnant and he begins to feel uneasy. Suggesting he call their medics to check over her. He just doesn’t want anything to happen to Simmik or the pups and he feels a prickle of dread spark like electricity up his spine. At this point he doesn’t give a shit about sleeping, he just wants to know if everything will be alright. Simmik’s subtle panicking quickly begins to rub off on him and now he’s panicking. He doesn’t make it painfully obvious, but Christ it’s happening. 

Finally Simmik manages to lie down beside him and his coingold eyes are filled to the brim with concern. He places a large, rough paw over her own and watches her take a deep breath before her face becomes deadly serious. She wants him to call the medics now and he hops on it in an instant. Bouncing to his feet and trotting a fair distance away to release a bellowing howl that was sure to wake up the whole neighborhood. For good reason of course. Just in case his medics were sleeping he’d need to wake them up. No one is getting sleep tonight it seems and Kynareth can’t really feel it in himself to feel particularly bad about it. His wife is in pain and he expects her to be checked out no questions asked, just as he would any other member of the pack. 

When he moves back to her, he’s lowering his massive head down to her and lapping gently at her head. He wants to comfort her, but not overwhelm her with his presence. Then it hits him. Maybe the pups are perfectly fine and she’s finally just giving birth. It sends a new wave of anxiety through him, both happy and dreadful. He can tell she’s pushing and he feels so bad for her. For a moment he’s thanking a higher power that he’s a man because whatever she’s going through, he’d just rather not. 

Then he’s truly shitting his pants when her tail is moving to the side and a nasty sack of blood and mucus is pushed from her nether regions. His ears flick back and he resists twisting his face up in part disgust, part empathy for her pain. He doesn’t want to get snapped at but he’s horribly curious. Closing in on her and humming comforting words as he watching her rip the sack off of the large, dark pup. 

Kynareth’s eyes go comically wide. That’s his kid right there. Then he’s feeling an insane mix of emotions. He watches her clean him and he too wants to lick the cute little bastard a little bit. His fur is wet still, it looks a lot darker than it really is, but he can see the curl of his tail and he smiles down to her when he instantly moves to latch onto a nipple. His smile becomes positively beautiful — a proud father with an undying, never ending love for his wife and it shows. 

“Simmik,” He whispers her name reverently. Moving to nose at the little pup and seeing that it’s a little boy. “It’s a boy, darling.” He’s so insanely happy he can’t help the wicked wag of his curled tail. He’s absolutely in love, no matter how appalling child birth is. He’d be here for every second of it.