Draven's fur slicked down to his body, showing off the muscular frame that was normally hidden beneath his thick pelt. It wasn't a flattering look but he didn't spare even a moment's thought on it, what mattered was Neha and the children threatening to come out. Rushing forward to take his place at her side as she hurried to the den he pressed his nose gently against his flank Ina silent encouragement, a welcome to the pups in their. As they reached the clearing of the den that had been selected and prepared the father to be noted that at least the herbs he had gathered were still intact. It would help now, with any anxiety and bleeding and the afterbirth care that the woman would certainly need.
He wasn't sure what to do. Did he go in or did he wait outside until he was invited in? Draven couldn't remember what Namid had done, had he even been there? Everything before this very moment just seemed like a blur. Thankfully Neha didn't leave him in this state of purgatory for too long. At the sound of his name the dark man was instantly in the den, herbs held gently in his jaws. Curling around the pregnant wolf so their flanks were pressed together, two crescent moons fit together like a puzzle. Placing the plants at her paws he didn't bother explaining what they were, she had herbal training and would know what they were and what to do.
His leathery nose found its way into the soft fur behind her ear where it met her neck and he murmured, "It will be over soon Neha, you're doing great. Everybody is okay, you'll be okay." He hoped at least, he couldn't really hold such a hefty promise but he wanted it to be true, willed it to be what happened.