Arrow Lake kleine vögel

a nod. "yes. it is the fattiest meat i can find, and vill hopefully bring you strength." a low thump of his tail was given to aurëwen's insistence that he was anything but focused upon his tasks, but the warmth of her voice was altogether pleasant. he could not hide the rumbling chuckle that rose in his throat at the sudden, telltale scent as the daughter of the former dragedans rose to meet her brother in miniscule combat.
"they might find me boring for lack of milk, frau," mahler mused, "but if you vould ever like someone to sit vith them vhile you get out for a bit, i vould be honored." exercise would benefit aurëwen also; her mending would be slow if she simply laid in the thicket. 
he bent closer to @Dragomir, inspecting the boy and then his sister. both hale, well-formed children with no deformities that could be seen. "yes. you are slighter, aurëwen, and so i vill check on you a bit more often. takiyok had her own children early this morning," the musiker added, a note of pride in his baritone speech, "and so you are no longer alone in motherhood."
a pause, and then a somber expression coursed his features. "i must tell you one last intimate thing related to your birth," and here mahler seemed to grow more dour, if only to hide his budding amusement. "it is important, frau, that you do not ... resume activities vith your husband for a fortnight from delivery. such ... jostlings can start bleeding again vonce it has ended." had he been any other, the gargoyle might have blushed to speak so directly, but mahler craved such bluntness, and communicated this with the brisk air of the doktor he had become.