Hideaway Strath When the party begins!

Derg had left her for what felt like two seconds. Just to get her a snack. She saif she felt restless so he thought a bit of food would help.
He tracked her worriedly, pacing around her scent to find her. Tail high, ears fully pricked. He didn't want to lose her now.
He debated calling for help, but he remembered her saying she didn't want fuss and crowds.
He tracked alone to the Chambers.

Down and down her scent wove. Through the winding tunnels further than he'd ever gone. Though he could tell she'd travelled this route more than once. A cry resonated through the tunnels. Definitely Arlette.
He called out her name, rushing faster towards her. A flash of white through a crack at the end of the tunnel. "Arlette!" 
Derg rushed forward to be met with a snarl and snapping of teeth. He yelped, trying to backpedal as quick as possible in the narrow tunnel.

He stopped, watching her pace, standing in the shadows. No fuss. She wasn't in danger. His heart thundered. This was it, she was giving birth, he was going to be a father.
He stepped back, letting her have space. She was just scared and needed to do this, he would just complicate things. 

Further back, there was enough room for him to turn around. He did so a few times, wondering if he should call for someone to help but... She had been down here before, probably to prepare. He sat down, practically shaking with the anxiety. 

Then, it all went quiet. A muffled sob was all he needed to rush back to her, but obviously not too close, just intime to see his baby make her first mewl. Arlette did it, and she set to work helping their daughter, cleaning and feeding.
"Mulberry."
She looked a bit like a Mulberry.