Although he had never had his own children, Vidarr had a mother who was frank with her children, he had come from a culture where the village took care of one another, and they had reared children as a whole. No part of birth was strange to him and so he took no offense to that initial response to his approach. He didn't stop his approach, and even if she had lashed out at him, it wouldn't have mattered that much. A loosened breath left him when she leaned into him and accepted the support of having another present even in such a vulnerable moment and he nosed gently at her temple. I'm here, He said gently before he shifted his body a bit to accommodate her even through her pain.

When she rested against him, he curled his head over her neck and let one arm curl until his paw brushed hers. The scores in the ground were a testimony to her pain, she was writing a ledger of what was being taken from her. Veina (Cry out)He whispered to her, his snout edging over the crest of her spine, but he dared not touch her stomach without knowing how she would feel about it. He encouraged her to sound how she needed, to cry or scream, so long as she did not bottle it down. They will be kept safe and wait for you beyond the veil. He did not want to impose his own beliefs on her, he did not want to push her to consider her children any other way than how she thought they would be and where. But quickly it was obvious that he needed to be silent and let her be.

The sound of her pain made him let out a soft whine, he did not need to share her biology to be able to empathize with her. That's it, He said encouragingly, lifting his head off her spine when it was obvious when the contractions started. He watched every motion she made, curling himself further around her to cradle her into his bulk. He held his breath as the first pup emerged, one sharing its mother's pale coat. The pup was too still, and Vidarr gave no thought to what might have ended up in his fur as well, instead he tried to help keep her stable as best as he could so that she didn't end up hurting even more. Still, silent, the poor cub did not take even a single breath and Vidarr's chest hurt with the thought of how deep Svajone's hurt ran. Even not of his blood, even without seeing her for seasons, he let himself feel the pain and share it so that she was not alone. He had no idea how long they remained like that - seconds, minutes, hours, he did not know.

The other two puppies were just as still, and Vidarr let out a whine when he heard her pleas. He reached across her now empty belly, gently trying to encourage the pup closest to him while she attended to another. He was no healer. He did not know what to do past the instinctive nudges to its side as if he might be able to dislodge something from its airway. Lifa, (Live) little ones The deep rasp of his voice across such tiny fragile bodies almost felt cruel but Vidarr was desperate. He never had been the type to put his pride before the truth: the Hjálprekr would never fear his emotions or showing them.

She sagged against him once they had both stopped their ministrations, even with the tiny babes nestled at her side. If one just came upon them, it might look joyous even, him curled around them like a protective father might have been. A second later, however, they would be able to take in the measure of sorrow. No, we will keep them safe. He promised once he'd finally cleared the sand from his mouth that made each syllable have to be pushed out it felt. it was then that Vidarr risked his own well being, leaving himself exposed and vulnerable if she took offense to him picking up one of the pups. She would have his neck in her jaws within seconds, even if it might have taken the last reserves of her already depleted energy. His goal was to transport each little, tiny body until they were nestled in their arms, enough out of the water that they would be well tended to.