Soleda*Azarael*Zevachya

The steel gray form of the alpha female ventured forth from the den once more, and she was in quite the good mood. Her body once again obeyed her commands, a fact for which she was very grateful indeed. Being pregnant had made her feel helpless, a feeling she never could abide. So it was with a sweet temperament that she moved forward, leading her young pups.

The blackened form of the eldest came pouncing about, thrilled to be outside. The was the pups' first outing, and never before had he seen so many different things. Azarael's green-gold eyes took in everything, hopping back and forth between his mother and the trees, darting in and out to satisfy his curiousity.

Behind him, Zevachya trotted much more tamely, for his one useless ear made it very difficult for him to keep a sense of where he was. His steps were a little stumbling because of this, and he was more serious-minded than his brother. He was also a good deal smaller than either of his brothers, so it would be a bit longer before he would be ready to keep up with his more able-bodied siblings.

Abamocho * Soul * Archangel

He moved quickly, but not quick enough. Dad! Dad! Come on dad, lets play! DAD! He nearly tripped as his daughter, Archangel ran underneath him and grabbed hold of a paw. Quit it. He muttered softly. The youngster only giggled up at her father. Her golden brown eyes were upon her father, that is until she saw Azarael. Az! She yipped. She took off towards him now, and pounced making an attempt to bowl him over.

Soul was near silent as he mirrored his fathers every move. If his father looked down, Soul did as well. If his father looked angry, by God Soul was going to look just as pissed off at the world as he was. As his father came and nuzzled Soleda, Soul halted by his brother and lightly batted him on the head. Hey, Zevachya. He said softly. He knew of his brothers hearing imparement but he was going to make it better. He would help his brother grow intune with his surroundings, and learn to hear even the softest of words.

Soleda*Azarael*Zevachya

Azarael was completely caught by surprise when Archangel tackled him, but her words made him turn his face to hers, unknowingly repeating a phrase his father had once used. It's not Az. Don't shorten my name! But it wasn't as aggressive as Abamacho's had been, and an aggressive attack on his sister did not follow. No, his momentary annoyance past, a smile lit his face and he leapt forward to tackle her. He threw a veil over the evil that lurked inside him. Oh yes, he was his father's son, surely... but it was only a hint of it that peeked out every now and again.

Soleda caught her son's words and immediately looked up to Abamacho, face slightly surprised, but mostly pleased. She returned her mate's nuzzle and smiled at him, voice the same seductive and alluring tone she always used with him. Ah, he is your son, our Azarael. Same foul temper.

Zevachya did not hear Soul's approach, so the bat make him flinch more than perhaps he should have, but he did not reproach his brother. Soul meant no harm, really, and due to his impairment, Zevachya was quite the stoic pup. So he turned in such a way that his good ear was directed toward Soul, smiling in a vague and distracted way. Soul. It was the vague greeting of a diplomatic, which spoke neither threat nor praise.