Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

The pale H-meno’ob did not bring such a direct course of pain control, He worried over much of the effect that kind of pain control would have on the milk and then the pups as they nursed. Since the pain of child birth was fleeting despite the fact it was overly intense. At least that was his experience as a watcher and not a participant of the process.

He also compartmentalized the experience, since all the wolves birthing he  had ever attended were only patients to him, deserving of his full attention but not someone he had an emotional attachment too. He was glad the Grandmaster asked the birthing mother to drink, her body was getting tired and the aid he had provided needed time to work. She needed lots of fluid too, since her own fluid intake would be going to the pups first before entertaining her own body’s needs.

He remained reclined on ground nearby and quiet, barely glancing at the scared white female who came boiling in shouting orders again, like she was someone of rank and worth within the pack hierarchy. He didn’t listen to her orders nor recognize them as necessary, Though when Simmik began to react negatively to the order’s spouted by the little female, His sharp golden eyes moved to Arlette, He almost went to say something,  but Kynareth was quick to soothe the birthing mother and pale shaman calmed too.

The over large brute turned his gaze away pointedly and exhaled his annoyance silently, every healer was different, though this one acted like she needed control, he’d give her that if only because he had no desire to interfere in things that did not directly effect him or those in need of his help.
He felt this young healer needed to learn how to soothe with words not put a patients back up with unnecessary orders. A healers job was to give the patient the illusion  of control, and still treat them as necessary, not rip away just one more thing like control, from a hurting wolf.

He reminded himself this was why he offered explanations of his treatments and usually over explained himself, He was attempting to soothe a hurting wolf with his voice and let them choose a treatment option if there was more then one available to them. Wolves loved to control things even if the only thing they could control was their pain.

He found his gaze fall upon a new spectator to the fray, a wolfess he had never met before now, he’d didn’t know Leigh by name but he smiled gently and offered her a respectful nod of his large head, glad to have something new to focus upon. When the time was right he’d attempt to strike up a conversation with her, she seemed like she was in some sort of distress though she was hiding it well. He wanted to get to know her anyway, a stroll with someone could often lift spirits that one didn’t even know were down.