Caspian took Hana inside the den and the other two took care of the mother and the kits, rolling them to one corner, far from their bed space, allowing the mid wife the badgers had found to take care of the kits there.
Hana does not like other beasts in her home, but if it's far from her supplies and herself, then it was fine. She had asked them to take care of them so that was what they were doing.
The midwives marveled at the white lights that shine brightly in all corners, convinced that the human female had plucked the sun into their ceilings.
Meanwhile, in the bed space, the silence that settled there was heavy, thick with the scent of ozone from Caspian's scales, the sterile sting of medical foam, and the metallic tang of spilled blood that still clung to his hand.
