Hideaway Strath We could've been doing this all along

Kynareth’s tending to his own pups, regurgitating food and trying to wear them out for @Simmik’s sake. Playing with them, rough housing, and running about the mouth of the den. When all of a sudden he hears an urgent howl coming from who he personally knows as Nyra’s voice. She’s requesting his presence and he wonders what has the pregnant mother in such distress. So with a quick but concerned look to Simmik, he pecks her on the head before saying goodbye to his pups before taking into a full on sprint towards the soon-to-be mother. 

When he arrives he’s panting heavily, purple tongue falling from his maw as well as drool as he slows into a trot. He sees that Aerin is there already and this relieves some, but not all of his worry. Though when he sees her huffing and puffing, trembling body lying in her den he instantly knows what’s happening. 

He’s rushing to her side and dipping his head to lap at her head and face comfortingly. “Fuck, darling, are you okay? You’re going into labor?” He asks stupidly through his light panic. 

Lying down beside her he moves himself that offers a place on his abdomen that she’d be able to rest her head if she so wanted to. Then he finds himself looking around for the chocolate male he knows as the father, @Charles, and his brows furrow. Did he know she’s going into labor? Perhaps he hadn’t heard her. So he tilts his own head back, quickly apologizes to the two pale women, and howls loud enough to rattle eardrums. This man is the father of these pups and he must be here.

After he would turn his attention back to Nyra and lie a paw gingerly on her shoulder. “You’re doing fine, dear. Keep pushing.” He softly encourages. Feeling like a father to her pups too.