Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

There’s so much shit going on at once Kynareth, for the first time in his life, feels intimidated by it all. He’s not afraid of battle, he’s not afraid of death or injury, but his wife — his children — are overwhelming him. The sheer number of people gathering at the entrance of the den and then the healers bombarding them with this and that. 

The first to show is Vein and Kynareth offers a tight but comfortable smile to the large, snowy male. He thanks him for the tea he painstakingly prepared for his wife. He knows Simmik is preoccupied, but the brindle male will press her to drink when she’s able to. He’s content at the offering Vein has given then and he’d prove it to him later with a gift. Probably a deer or fawn for one of his freaky rituals. Hell, if he’s in the mood he might even stay to partake just for the fun of it.

Then another wolf draped in white is approaching. Arlette’s beautiful, scarred face shows itself through the darkness of the den. He’s comforted by her presence just as much as he was by Vein’s. He can tell the other woman does the same, if not more, to Simmik as well. She’s straight to business, Kyn likes that, all the better to help Simmik through her birth. 

Yet, when she’s looking to him and ordering him out in a terse voice his ears fall back against his skull. He doesn’t question her. She knows what she’s doing. So with his massive head level to his shoulders her listens to Arlette speak of other things as his paws move him out of the den. 

Then Simmik is protesting his departure and he might just cry. His ears perk up and shift on his crown as he looks back to her. Awkwardly shuffling back to sit beside her in a way that seems much too eager of him. Lowering himself to lap a dark tongue to the top of her head in silent encouragement. He doesn’t speak for once. He doesn’t have much to say and doesn’t want to ruins her concentration. He would be her silent guardian as she births their children, only giving her reassurance through touch. 

Then she’s pushing again. Another pup comes out and Simmik is much quicker to releasing him of that wretched sack of flesh. When he’s falling from it, Simmik quickly cleans him off and his colors become clearer. Dark splotches of fur cover his face as well as his tail and butt, align with a little foot too. Kynareth’s in love. He reaches down to nose it’s butt in the air a bit, revealing his gender. It’s another boy and Kynareth can’t help but smile again. Still he backs up closer to Simmik’s face once more and gives her another bout of soft, comforting licks.

“Darling,” He hums softly, lowering his head to her. He pushes the skull cap of tea that Vein brought and tries to softly urge her to drink. “drink. This will help with the pain along with what Arlette has brought you.” He trusts Vein and the man has been nothing but good to the pack. A very good medic and healer as well.