Arrow Lake bring it to your mouth, and pass beyond your lips

skipping @Inka hope that is ok? <3

ingram surveyed mahler carefully, doing so in a manner one servile might inspect his master; the man looked sickly, tired -- but if ingram knew anything, he knew the kapitan was tough and would pull through. a brief glance of concern doused his features, washed away as the man's hoarse voice overcame him -- tired, sure, but not lacking in strength.

"is there anything i can do?" ingram queried quickly, hoping if there was some task that he could be of use. following the man's question, his gaze fell and he momentarily seemed to lose his composure. "i've come to ask you what you think i should do to prepare for the birth of my puppies. i... i have never done this before." he knew the man to be a seasoned midwife, and wished for any sort of advice mahler would impart.