Noctisardor Bypass non na throu daun gon ai

beneath the responsibility of leader to pack was the protectiveness of a midwife, and below that still, a paternal feeling toward both praimfaya and her brood.
mahler kept close, but his frequent forays to sequoia's den had tired the ageing man. he was napping in the growing warmth of the day when his fellow graf called to him, worry laced in her tones.
debris fell from his shoulders as the gargoyle blinked himself awake, pulling up at once to turn his heavy trot in the direction of her den. he stopped only once to grab up his dried skin of various medicines, and bore this with him. 
blood and amniotic fluid mingled into a sharp tang that struck his nostrils almost immediately upon arriving. but it was not yet time, and he blinked in consternation. 
wasting no more time, mahler thrust his brawny body into the den-mouth, eyes adjusting to the dim light. "praimfaya," he said softly, nosing her shoulder if he was able to reach. "tell me vhere the pain is."