King Elk Forest Mechanical Love

I'm back but Kevalin is still skippable.

He couldn't help feeling at least a little smug that his suggestion for some time in the weir was heeded. It did seem to help, and quickly. Kevalin had a strong stomach but he was struggling to keep the hare he had snuck for himself down. It was morbid curiosity that had his gaze stuck on the Queen as she struggled through her birth. She tore the earth as each whelp tore out of her. It was bloody disgusting to be perfectly honest, even she herself seemed to want nothing to do with the mess of afterbirth wrapped around each of them. Kevalin watched as she warily eyed her odd pup. Good luck kiddo. He silently told the small boy.