After the death of Aranck and his subsequent tending to Mugen, Viserys was leading a rather quiet life. He had considered holding another gathering of like-minded individuals like had had many seasons ago, but removing himself from his attachments proved more difficult now with children and mates to attend to. He did not resent this, and in fact embraced it, but it certainly made pursuits of an entirely personal nature harder to achieve. He lay within his den now, the slumbering and gangly bodies of his yearling children spread out across the den's floor, his mate out perhaps hunting or running now that she had regained her strength from the birth. The male let out a wide yawn before pushing himself to his feet, stumbling over the bodies in his way before emerging into the grand sunlight of spring.

A call, then, caught his attention. Fearful and urgent. He trotted to the cache of herbs near his den, and arranged some supplies into a bundle, the notes of the mother's song still ringing in his ears. Much could go wrong with a birth, and through his dutiful attendance to the health of the pack, he recognized that this must be Leviathan. She was older, and therefore her trouble was ever the more concerning. He nosed through his rabbit skin bundle, double-checking each herb that would assist with the common troubles of birth. Even a small bone from a fresh kill was contained within, the marrow from it helping with some ailments that came with nature's most beautiful and oft deadly process.

Viserys willed his stiff hindquarters to move, and he set off at a slow and ungainly lope, the scent of blood and fear on the wind spurring him to move despite his body's unwillingness. He arrived at the den shortly thereafter, pushing his way inside despite those who might wait at the entrance. He set his bundle on the floor near her head and began to examine the situation, noting the two pups near her stomach and the straining of her body. It was a condition that he had only heard of and never treated, the exhaustion of the inner muscles rendering the mother unable to deliver her last child. "Don't worry, Miss Leviathan. I am here to help." He greeted kindly, although pleasantries were short lived with lives on the line.

He reached into the bundle, then, and removed the bone, cracking it with his teeth and setting it down next to her mouth. "Eat the marrow from this while I massage your stomach. It will help you to gain some energy back, and hopefully reinvigorate your womb enough to birth your remaining children. Do you feel as though this is the last one?" It was good to keep her talking, exhaustion perhaps had already taken root, but she could not let herself slip just yet. Viserys balanced himself on his hindquarters, pushing his paws against her lower stomach in a kneading motion. The most important thing, now, was to assure that the last of her pups made it into the world, and then he could focus on the post-birthing care that she would most obviously require.