Blacktail Deer Plateau One With The Dirt

She didn't protest his entrance into the den and so he sat beside her with his tag wagging in excitement. Yelling out their soon arrival Heartha pushed out the first pup. Howl had never seen a new born pup before, since they were usually hordeed within the birthing den for the first months of their first few months. But even without having seen a new born before, he scenced something was wrong. Looking at their first pup it was silent and motionless. No screams for it's mother who would have milk waiting for it once it reached her belly. Not even the faintest increase and depression of it's chest if had been taking it's first breaths.

Howl went up to them, sniffing and lightly licking their face, but still nothing. "Heartha something's wrong! They're not moving!" he said with sheer terror in his voice and eyes. His attention was then captured by Heartha as she began to cough. He rushed over to her, standing over her with concern, "Heartha what's wrong!?" he hadn't expected this, all these complications and how much it seemed that Heartha was pushing and struggling. This was wrong, this isn't how it was meant to be and in the heat of the moment he didn't know what he could do for her.