I had to take a break lol. It gives me time to recharge.

Daire realised that his short rest had lasted all morning. He looked over and saw Tymber snuggled in the straw beside him, her head comfortably rested on a bag of grain. He looked over the loft and saw Tymber's horse drinking from a water bucket, and her dog sleeping soundly in the corner of the barn entrance. Then he heard Maybelle wail, and he knew. He turned back and shook Tymber's shoulder. "Tymber. Tymber!" He saw her eyelids flicker. "Maybelle is giving birth! Come!" He climbed down the ladder and watched her silently do the same. When they got to the corner at the back of the barn, thy saw Maybelle lying on the floor breathing hard.
The old sheep wailed again, and Tymber asked, "Is she alright?"
"She'll be okay." Daire told her. He saw the liquid flow out of the sheep in a quick rush. Then two feet emerged. "Oh no. She's breach!" Daire realized. This would be harder than he thought. He ordered Tymber to worry about Maybelle's front end. He admiringly watched her immediatly obey, patting Maybelle's head and talking to her softly. Daire noticed the legs were out farther. He grabbed them and slowly pulled, careful not to hurt Maybelle. The lamb emerged entirely. He told Tymber to wipe it's face off and wipe out it's nostils and the inside of it's mouth. Then, as Daire had predicted, a second lamb began to emerge. But so did blood. Too much blood. This lamb wasn't breach atleast. But it was very large. It came out with much dificulty. When finally it gave, Daire noticed the size and compared it with that of the other lamb. It was almost twice the size. He wiped out the mouth and nostrils and the lamb gave a sharp bray while the other lay quiet, sleeping. "Oh no.." he heard Tymber say softly. He looked at Maybelle and her heaving had stopped. She lay quiet. They had lost her.
Daire knelt and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
When he looked up, tears were streaming down Tymber's face. "I have to go." she said. He tried to talk, but she walked quickly away and mounted Seabring. She noted his tack still on and cursed at herself. "Thank you for teaching me to sing." Tymber called to him. He watched her ride briskly away, that wolfish dog at the lead.