Let the only sound be the overflow [BIRTHING]; Family, Any

[Canaan]

Canaan

And maybe, I'll find out a way to make it back someday.
To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days.

  The anxiety had created a tightly wound knot within the pit of his stomach – an unfamiliar feeling, to be so restless and not for any wanderlust. As she became round with the creation of their intimate union, he found himself in awe of her – he had always thought her beautiful, but she simply glowed as each dusk and dawn came and went, and it stirred a warmth within his heart he had thought gone long ago. He knew it would not be long now, until the life stirring within her breathed the fresh, wisteria-scented air of Hyaline, until he could see the beauty of birth and to stay - to love, to cherish what he had never had the opportunity to do before.

  He had yet to tell her how he felt, and it unnerved him – how were three little words he felt so deeply, with the entirety of his existence, so difficult to say to her? She had become his everything. His closest companion, his water nymph – it mattered not that he was no wolf; he never needed to be. He felt as if she belonged to him, and he belonged to her.

   His heart had thought itself full, until he met Jah-Lilah. He felt drawn to her, and often wondered if he imagined the way she looked at him with heavily-lidded eyes beneath the pale moonlight. He had seen the ease at which the two intertwined, and it is not envy that so fills his heart with its sordid ache, but a longing to be a part of. Time had taken him away from his boys (still so angry, still so bitter – he is certain that they will never forgive him, try as he might – the damage had already been done – still, he would try), and it had taken him away from Circinae, and in his absence, her heart had found another.

  He cannot find it within himself to be jealous; he saw the purity of their relationship and he only yearns for the same. To be a part of it – he would share her, if that was what she wanted, and share her he would. He is so often quiet and watchful in the days, weeks, and months following his captivity – with a tender kiss, a gentle caress given to keep him tethered to Circinae, but he can see the distance slowly separating his pining heart from her own. The tenderness between she and Jah-Lilah kept him at bay – should Circinae want him, she would find him; he would never be far from her side. He knew naught that Jah-Lilah felt any curiosity toward intimacy with him; and he remained oblivious to the insistence of his beloved Circinae that the love should be shared, tripled.

  But when the call is made, he is there – gliding over the crystalline lake with his finely preened feathers stretched end to end, with a gust of wind to carry him further, quicker. It does not take him long to find them, Circinae and Jah-Lilah, and his heart is thrumming roughly enough that it might beat outside of his chest. His graceful but heavily muscled legs carry him closer, to the beautiful mousy wolf, dampened with sweat, gently brushing the broad bridge of his nose first along the crook of Jah-Lilah’s neck, and then to the soft, downy cheek of Circinae, whispering only, ”I’m here.”

If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all,
then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you.