"Airlia!"

His voice is a lion's roar, the relieved bellow of a father. The mare's absence, especially given she was heavy with his child last time he saw her, had worried him greatly. Any number of misfortunes could have befallen her whilst she was roaming the wilderness, and no amount of searching for her would yield the results that the Indomitable wanted.

Finally, though, she's here. The sand is a blur beneath his churning hooves, muscles rippling beneath the obsidian hues of his coat whilst grains of sand splatter against his thick limbs, his mind and body focused on the scent of Airlia. A fallen log stands between him and his woman; it is but a momentary worry, and one bulking of his colossal hindquarters sends him launching over it in a beautifully arched jump worthy of a far more agile horse. He lands in an eruption of sand and continues forwards without breaking stride, his dragons steaming like red and gold banners beside him.

There she is. She is massive, weighed down with the foal he placed inside her womb. He had sworn to create no more errant life, but this...this was intentional, in a way. He wanted to claim Airlia as his own in the most primal way possible, and he has high hopes for the child that nestles within her. His first planned progeny, and it is an interesting turn of fortune to know what is in store for him. This babe, a brother or sister to his other offspring, will be lifted onto a pedestal beside them, his future generation of glory.

The leviathan slows, blowing and sweating from his headlong gallop. "Airlia," he says again. She's on the ground, clearly in the first stages of labour, and he leans his muzzle down to touch it to hers. "I'm here." For the first time he notices Myrrine stood nearby, and offers the mare a grateful nod - she is a healer, which is the best sort of birthing companion. The butterfly-winged woman has already brought supplies to Airlia, so the stallion backs away and allows her to do her work. He will stand guard to protect the child and the two women that are to help bring it into the world; he watches intently, having never been this close to the actual act before. Ironic that this is yet another mare of his to give birth in the Dragon's Throat, but this time he is a fully-fledged member, able to watch in person rather than through his dragons.