Soleda and *Pups*

The dark female trotted into the den, smothering a few whimpers as pup-paws battered her from the inside. She quickly cleaned out the remnants of the last den preparations before settling down to the hard work of birthing.

After several moments, four lovely pups lay curled at her side, sleeping or nursing. Her soft voice came, naming them all. Soul. Archangel. Azarael. And... and she eyed her final son, so small and frail, yet so very firey already in his personality. Finally, her voice rose again. Zevachya.

And she let her howl hit the air, announcing their birth to the pack.

Abamocho

He moved quickly at hearing the call of his mate, and in his maw was latched a rabbit. Its fur was in mid change, from the snow white to dark brown and as he came near the den, he paused for a moment before coming closer. He lay upon his belly and inched forth, then nudged the rabbit in. It was quite fat for this time of year, and Abamocho was proud of himself for catching the fat bastard. His tongue hang out of his mouth and he panted heavily but his dark tail wagged as he heard four seperate whimpers. >b?They're beautiful, love. He said to his mate. His words were gentle and kind, so unlike the usual Abamocho, but father hood did that to a male.

Soleda

Abamocho was a very welcome sight to her eyes, especially Abamocho bearing food. She kissed him for his efforts, tail waving a little tiredly as she responded, voice soft and motherly, a strange sound in the voice that usually carried all the chill of winter. Yes, that they are, m'love. That they are.

She dug voraciously into the meat, surprised herself at how hungry she was. But there was an air of victory about her. Now, in just a few short days, she would be back at full strength, without the debilitating side of pregnancy to tire her. And with four young, beautiful pups... nothing would hold her back now. With a final lick for her mate, she tucked her head in against him and slept, dreaming of how wonderful things would be now that little feet would wander the terra.

Niavo

Though he had never had a mate himself, nor really looked after any pups except that one little human girl Rousseau, Niavo couldn't resist. While Abamocho brought the rabbit to his mate, the ebony hybrid settled himself a few yards away. Tail waving merrily behind him, he sat down and gazed at the den. He was curious as to how many there were, but he'd wait to learn that until the parents were ready to tell him. No need to intrude on private business.

Abamocho

As his mate slept, his eyes lifted to see Niavo. A dark smirk settled across his maw, but it was the same smirk he always wore. Everything was perfect. Come on over. Gives me someone to talk to. He said softly to his new 'friend'. He knew next to nothing about the male, and what better time to get to know him then now?

Niavo

With an invitation, Niavo quickly stood and padded towards the alpha. Dark head and tail held low but in a friendly pose, the hybrid seated himself beside Abamocho as he gazed at the den. "Glad I could be of use." He added with a sly grin, "How many are there?" Came his next sentance, eyes still trained on the dark enterance.