Swiftcurrent Creek But the light faded out like flames always do {birth thread}

He returned sullen and worried, hoping to find that no more of their children had passed. When he entered the den, it was to find Rosalie curled protectively around the pups with her back to the entrance. He quietly walked over, needing to see with his own eyes that everyone was okay. His eyebrows lifted briefly in surprise to find three puppies where he had left two. All seemed fine, though, and he nuzzled their mother's cheek gently, lingering only a few seconds longer before settling directly in front of the entrance, large body blocking it from any unwelcomed company and sharp gaze keeping watch for anything suspicious outside. He knew nothing he could say or do would make her feel any less exhausted or devastated by the loss of their tiny child, but maybe she could rest a little easier knowing he was here with her, keeping them safe.