[aiman worked until his limbs shook and he was forced to drop down to his haunches. the mound of earth and snow was high as he could make it, rounded with a deep hollow inside. he had narrowed the aperture for only her entrance, expecting that meleys would widen the doorway for her own needs. there was something hurtful in the work. each pawful of soil thrown, each smear of dirt along his muzzle, reminded the once-nobleman of the status he had lost. a brutish woman with hawk eyes prepared to give birth, and like a husband, he built her birthing-chair. but aiman was not a husband, and despaired that any normalcy of this kind could be his own. he began to swipe the pathway clear and smooth, packing it down with his feet.]

aiman worked until his limbs shook and he was forced to drop down to his haunches. the mound of earth and snow was high as he could make it, rounded with a deep hollow inside. he had narrowed the aperture for only her entrance, expecting that meleys would widen the doorway for her own needs.
there was something hurtful in the work. each pawful of soil thrown, each smear of dirt along his muzzle, reminded the once-nobleman of the status he had lost. a brutish woman with hawk eyes prepared to give birth, and like a husband, he built her birthing-chair.
but aiman was not a husband, and despaired that any normalcy of this kind could be his own.
he began to swipe the pathway clear and smooth, packing it down with his feet.