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

Arric shifted and gods he hurt so bad for her. Ears to his skull. He felt useless. He did whatever she asked shifting moving.

Do you want me to keep the little guy warm? Do you need to move?


He curled around her. Bring paws around her. You can do it Love bug. You can. I'm right here. I got you.

Arric shifted to pull the little gold pup to him. Relieving him of his birth sack. And licking his fur dry. Spiky tufts, and then smooth em down. And he tucked him warm and dry next to his mother and brother.

I'm sorry, Arlette. He whispered quietly.