Zevran snerked and shook his head, but he was smiling, too.
Dirk couldn’t hold back a grin when one of the pups whined and nudged at Alistair’s hands and the man melted. “We won’t want to move camp for a while - it’s bad to disturb a new mother,” Alistair said, kneeling down beside her to scratch under her chin and behind her ears. She had made no attempts at being more put-together yet, which made her seem far more approachable than usual. “I was sure we were being attacked,” Lyanna sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Cute enough that I forgive them for startling all of us so magnificently.” “They are very cute,” Zevran agreed, giving a tired laugh. They yipped and whined quietly as they squirmed against her belly.Īlistair chuckled as he moved in a little closer for a better look. Barkspawn gave a tired yawn as she curled up around her seven newborn pups. Alistair was clearly too giddy about the idea of puppies to even consider sleeping again, and his mood seemed to lift Lyanna’s spirits as well.īy the time dawn was breaking, it was over.
Mahariel made her some tea and sat next to her mabari, muttering something at him that seemed to help him relax. Rolf had awakened Lyanna and Alistair, and she had emerged from their tent looking as though she’d just had a nightmare about the Archdemon. Perhaps you could boil some water? I have never served as a midwife to a mabari before, but the process can’t be that different…”ĭespite their efforts to keep the mabari quiet, the noise roused their companions at various intervals throughout the morning - except for Oghren, who slept like a rock, and Shale, who never slept at all. Most of them went back to bed after confirming there was no actual trouble or danger, but there were a few exceptions. “Oh my! Well, we are about to have a very eventful morning, my dear warden. Then he started laughing, much to Dirk’s surprise. The dog whined again, louder, and Zevran froze. Dirk felt his heart ache as Zevran knelt down beside him to look him over. Barkspawn was laying on his side, panting. There was no ambush waiting, just a very anxious and distressed looking pair of mabari. “Not good,” Zevran agreed, grabbing his own daggers as he followed Dirk out of the tent.Īs it turned out, the weapons weren’t necessary. “I don’t know, but Barkspawn sounds like he’s in pain - listen.” He sat up quickly, reaching for his daggers - frowning as Zevran also stirred. They had barely settled for the night when Dirk was awakened by the sound of quiet whines and pained yelps coming from just outside his tent.
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