Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Welcome to the world, not-so-little ones

Just a cameo.

His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth—discerned worry etched clearly upon his features as the swarthy Alpha stalked the land outside their chosen birthing den. Every so often a panted groan would stop him, his eyes tracking to the den entrance—but within seconds, he would pace again. Back and forth, back and forth.

Worry clenched to him—of course it did. Arric was huge—Arlette was not.

Still, this was a momentous day for his best friend and his wife—and Akavir would not be leaving until all was well, or he was chased.