Raschen smiled warmly as he slowed his pace some to walk beside her, the golem embracing her gently for him so he didn't have to interrupt its support. Taryn needn't feel regret for anything but his mothers cruel decision. His mother surely wouldn't so someone needed to.<br/><br/>"I regret nothing my love.." he spoke softly near her so it was a conversation for their ears only. He stroked her cheek gently and frowned at the heat he felt her emitting. His ears perked and his nostrils flared as he suddenly began to scent her and her flesh, the beads of sweat forming bearing a kuguar scent and one so very familiar to him. He knew this scent from when his mother gave birth to Loz. It was the scent of labor. His paw rested gently over her stomach and he could feel her insides churn as it readied to expel the creatures within.<br/><br/>He was suddenly pale if such a thing was noticeable, looking frantically to Lily and back to Taryn then up at their surroundings. They needed a nesting ground. Anything warm and enclosed would make due at this point. He called ahead to Lily, knowing this would panic Taryn but it had to be done for Lily was to serve as midwife.<br/><br/>"LILY!" His voice was a boom of urgency that struck the pair of Hase in their chests. "IT'S TIME!" he roared ahead to the Hase midwife before his eyes continued to scan for a suitable place to stop.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but notice the moisture streaking his golem's side and legs. Her water had broken several yards ago but gone unnoticed in their pace. He cursed himself for that. As the lithe bunny came sprinting back toward them he spotted the ruins of the Hume Highways drawing near. Before Taryn could react to the news he'd just put forth she could feel the golem dissolve and stronger arms slide beneath her, cradling and lifting her into the creator's warm heaving chest. His pace was swift and determined. His mate would not give birth in the cold and snow. He simply would not allow this.<br/><br/>He spotted a large blue van, the remnants of a rusted "V.W." in the old hume calligraphy hanging from the front of the seemingly fortress on wheels. The back doors were thrust open and the decrepit items of a forgotten time thrown with abandon from its interior. In the forever dry and dusted air of the Warren, the thick carpeting of the vehicles insides had remained semi intact, serving as bedding, lined with Raschen's long cloak for safety. Taryn was gently laid back against the padding of Rachen's bedroll. As soon as a lantern had been struck for added warmth and light and the supplies from Lily's prepared kit were laid out, the pair of males were thrust from the van and the doors slammed shut behind them. This was a private moment and in Kuguar tradition, one to be observed between the birthing mother, midwife and the goddess. There was no place for a male during such ceremonious times for a woman in the Kuguar religion. It was the woman's place of honor to know she alone brought forth new life and new souls from the goddess' embrace unto the world.<br/><br/>The male Hase knew of kuguar tradition but could still see Raschen's panic as he stared at the van and the soft glow of the lantern and shadows of the hurried movements of Lily within. He drew quick worried breaths before blinking as a long reed pipe was thrust in front of him in Jax's paw, thick green and black leaf shreds in its bowl and a few strands of silk and feather draped over its end. His eyes wandered, confused, to the usually stoic features of the Hase's face.