 She’d been an outright basket case with Fallacy’s birthing… and Fallacy had been fine. Delya worried none the less, worried about the pups the more she thought about them. Worried so much, worried down to her core about Dakota and Emeline. The man that had gotten her pregnant wasn’t around, and the Russian dancer was fine with that. She’d be a better dad than he would, anyway. Delya could handle that. Hell, it would be great. She was doing great, after all. Responsible and brilliant, and she had this chance to be… to be everything neither of her dads had ever been. To make Hush proud. That was what happened when you were raised like Delya was.
Someone was yelling. There was someone yelling, and then there was a howl, and then… and then she could smell it. Delya was nearly sick with it, sick with the feeling that rolled over her body in waves. Everything ached, everything was sore, and everything was absolutely not okay. Heart pounding in her chest, something… something wrong. She was going to throw up. It felt absolutely wrong. Something on the wind, the smell of blood. Too much blood. The source, according to the scent… it sent Delya running like a bat out of hell. A dead run.
Delya was lucky she was fast. Head tossing, muscles in perfect time, skidding to the head of the den as Haziel made his way inside. The girl would shoot a look at the red male. He must have been Lyse’s mate, but it didn’t matter. “Everlyse… Lyse… oh god, Lyse…” soft words through her lips, pushing breath through her nose. Delya was the reason the beautiful ghost was here. She was the reason that she lay here on the ground, bleeding, the healer already working over her. She'd be damned if anyone didn't make it out of this one.
“Four pups, Haziel. One’s fucking huge, two of ‘em would be average size but Lyse is little to start with… the last girl here, at least she looks like the last, she’s awful little.” For now, it was working to help the blind healer. She’d be his eyes. “Two girls, two boys… the bigger girl isn’t making any noise but she looks like she’s breathing.” Constant talking, words shaky on her lips but enough to keep her mind at ease. Just fix it.
One look to the green eyed giant... one look, a few short words, and Delya was here to do whatever she needed. "I’m her best damn friend, and I'm the steward of his pack." She indicates the healer, looking at the creature where he stands. "We haven't met, but it’s going to take more than two of you to… fix this, and I'm here to help.” Ifrit’s direction was the one she was taking, starting off there, trying to work as quickly as possible to keep more things from going wrong. The runt, the smallest girl, becomes her focus as she enters the den.
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