Haziel was well aware of who was giving birth and about when. It was something that not many could sense, but Haziel being blind had an advantage not even his teacher Meryl had. He could smell it, the impending time for a female to give birth, it was a subtle hormonal change. He never told anyone it might appear as imposing to almost know when a female would give birth perhaps before she even did. He had been waiting for it for a day or two now, the change in scent meant it would be any day for the fiery white fem Everlyse to give birth to the monster Ifrit’s children. Perhaps she should have known that giving birth to a male so much larger than her’s children would lead to potentially difficult birth. While Haziel didn’t outwardly socialize with anyone he heard, smelled and felt the changes in the world that told him more than what if he had vision could. It was strange how they thought he was weak for it. Silly perhaps that they thought he had such a disadvantage it brought him more clarity than anything.

He sat above his den, a badger pelt filled with all the supplies Meryl had taught him to use and bring to any birthing. It had been ingrained into his brain what he had to do and needed to do for many situations and Haziel had confidence that he could handle any situation thrown at him. He could smell it carrying in the air, the stench of blood thick and heavy with birth had him rising to his paws shortly before the call began to carry through the air. The deep howl was simply a confirmation that Haziel was needed not that he wasn’t going to leave anyway. He grabbed this fur back before taking off over the pack.

For being blind he was surprisingly agile and sure footed as he made his way towards the den. Night, day, it didn’t matter, to him unlike those he was around he didn’t rely on his vision to find the den that Everlyse was in, life slowly draining from her and the new born pups imperiled by the lack of action being taken upon them. The large dark brute appeared, strangely enough larger than the imposing figure that waited for him at the mouth of the den. He made his way in without a word the scent of blood filling his nose so strongly he could taste it.

Excuse me.” Was all he said to Ifrit through the bag, blind eyes looking blankly around as the remainder of his senses took charge in diagnosing his situation. Shallow breaths, slow, labored, means a lot of pain, potentially unconscious. Thick blood, likely internal bleeding caused by one or all of the pups being born to the world. Difficult to manage, infection a possibility without having the right medicine daily to help prevent it. Little he could do there but provide what she needed with routine checkups . All of this he could tell by scent and sound alone.

Dropping his bag he was right to work picking through the prepared herbs pulling out crushed sundrop, lavender , and Poppy seeds. Meryl disliked the use of poppies, only to be used in severe cases for they were addictive… and dangerous in high dosages. Haziel knew this was one of the rare cases he would be needing to treat someone with this rather than Elderberries or Black Snakeroot, both of which he still had packed but he had what he needed.

”Hey, you’re the father, clean them up else they catch cold and follow their mother, keep them warm.” It wasn’t a request, and Haziel had the muscle to make the man get the hell out of his way should he not be of service. It was also a kind way of saying, get out of my way while I fix her and keep the red male busy. The pups needed just as much tending too as the mother after all and while Haziel could smell the four very similar scents he could only hear three distinctive cries. One might not be fairing very well. The sprig of lavender was placed near Everlyse’s nose, the strong scent meaning to help bring and keep her conscious or pull her back from the black abyss. ”Miss Everlyse I need to you come back for your children, rest will come. But I need you awake. Grunt or something if you understand.” If she didn’t Haziel would shove the plants down her mouth himself if he had too he was more than prepared to drop them into the back of her throat and make her swallow should she not rise.

If she woke he would simply put the Poppy seeds and sundrop close to her muzzle for her to lap up if she didn’t well he would chew the sundrop lick up the seeds and lick them into her mouth before tilting her head up with his own and rubbing her throat so that it would go down. The relief form the poppies would work fairly quickly, several minutes, and that alone would help her feel better, the second would help with any inflammation inside of her and should help quell the tearing for the time being. Sadly there wasn’t much he could do for her inwardly but hope the herbs would take action. It wasn’t good, she might not pull threw regardless what he did, it was a fact of life yet Haziel wouldn’t let the true angels of the world take her without him trying first.