Aaka

The white alphess limped painfully to the Silver Glades. Although her head was high, there was something different about the proud mother. She was pregnant, and it wasn't Legosa's children. Would she kill them? No. She couldn't. She had to tell everyone. Torture and Torment, already enimies of the pack, were to die. They had taken her pride, something that should never be done to one such as Aaka. They had raped her but she was still the same bitter Aaka. She would tell Legosa, the children. Aminita, Spirit, Taiser. All of them. Proudly she strode into the lands, but already her pregnancy was starting to show. She moved slowly to the center of the terrain and sat upon a high rock. Tilting her small tiara up, she howled calling to the pack.

Legosa, Sweetclover & Phelan

He could smell it already, as faint as the scent may be. It caused his hackles to bristle up and his blood to boil with unyeilding anger. "Aaka..." He said at length, his voice uncertain but chilled with animosity. The large brute was moving swiftly towards his mate now, cold eyes flashing over her wounds before resting briefly on her midsection- she was pregnant. Scent and sight told him that. "They will die." It was hardly the tender greeting that Aaka usually recieved from Legosa.

Sweetclover came next, with her brother close behind her. Though she had a great sense of smell, she wasn't experienced enough to decipher what her father already knew. Yet it was abundantly clear that all was not well. "Mom, what happened? Is there anything I can do?"

Phelan sat timidly beside his sister before standing again and moving to sit by Aaka's side. Ears back, he looked hesitantly to her, waiting to hear the bad news.

Aaka*Faute

As her mate spoke her eyes narrowed dangerously. In a soft tone she murmered "No. It is not their fault." As Phelan came near to sit beside her, a soft smile crossed her maw. She licked the top of his dial, comforting both him and herself. She turned her bright yellow gaze to Legosa's, meeting his own orbs over the top of her daughters head. "No, Clover. There is nothing to be done. The murderer of your sister is the father of the pups that I carry. They will be treated no different from you." She gave a pointed gaze to Legosa. "You shall treat them no different. Be sure to tell Atticus." Her mind wandered slightly, wandering where her other daughter was. Dear Sang.

Faute sat back a bit and he hissed softly. He stood and came forth, his head and tail held down respectfully, but still high enough. "Like us? Why not do as father says and slay the bastards when they-" He was silenced as his mothers fangs slashed across his muzzle. The male leaped out of her way, a surprised growl released from him. His mother had never reprimended any of his siblings, this was a first. And a definite shock to his pride. He stiffened as she spoke. Her voice was low....Low and dangerous. "No one, I repeat no one< Is to lay a paw or fang on them. Its my fault, not theirs that they are....What they are." She couldn't bring herself to call them bastards, it hurt to much.

Aminita

She too responded to the howl, carrying herself in much the same fasion as Phelan did, except she was brave enough to hold herself higher than the younger male. Choosing to stand nearer to Sweetclover than Legosa, Aminita spoke, "...what is it?" Knowing it was obviously something bad, the hybrid was almost reluctant to speak on it.

Taiser

He knew his place wasn't very high in the pack, but he was ambitious to show his worth to them all. While maintaining respect for the alphas with a lowered tail, Taiser approached the group with a raised head and up-held ears. Shying from Faute a bit, whom he noted for his dominance, the leggy male took his place near Aminita. He was just in time to catch what had been said, and certainly wouldn't go against Aaka's words. Of course, he didn't even know who they were talking about, either.

Legosa, Sweetclover & Phelan

Phelan nestled more against his mother when he recieved affection from her. He was rather startled by her lashing out against Faute, but that didn't make him move away from Aaka.

Sweetclover nodded to her mother's words. She didn't totally agree with them, but she could see the point that Aaka was making. "I understand."

Legosa growled quietly in protest, looking hard at his mate. Unlike his daughter, he couldn't see why in the world she wanted to let those foul creatures live. And even more, to be treated decendly?!? For once, the smart-tounged hybrid did not have anything to say. Well, not anything that he want to say out loud to Aaka. Despite his great love and respect for her, he knew he could not keep her her wish in this case. Torture and Torment would not cross his path without an attempt at their lives. With a heavy sigh, he finaly spoke, "Stay here and rest, Aaka. I'll bring you some food." He needed to get away now, before he said what was on his mind. Without awaiting a response, Legosa headed away.

Sweetclover had an inkling of what might be on her father's mind. She knew that Atticus would be the exact same way, if not worse. For Atticus, disobeying Aaka wouldn't be nearly so hard as it was for Legosa, who wanted nothing more than his mate to be happy. Atticus loved his mother, but he also loved to satisfy his own desires as well.

Aaka

Her eyes narrowed slightly as Legosa stalked away but she made no comment. Lowering her dial, she began to nuzzle and clean little Phelan. She had not spent much time home as of late, but she was going to make up for it now. Her eyes met Clovers and softly so that her daughter could hear she said "They will die, Clover. The children will live, but it is uncertain as to who the father is. Both males will die and receive the punishment they deserve in Hell." She continued to clean Phelan as she spoke, as if not a care in the world. Although, fear was coursing through her veins. How long could she protect the pups from Legosa and their half brothers? She saw the look in Fautes eyes and knew her pups were not safe. She would guard them with her life, even if it meant dealing out punishment.

Sweetclover & Phelan

The runt of the litter relished the bath that he was getting, and it reminded him of when he was just a little pup. Tension and fear began to wash away from him, and soon, he was wagging his tail.

Sweetclover sat down near her mother, thinking things through in her head. Faute, Atticus, and Legosa may have their oppinions, but Clover would love her new siblings just as much as she did the ones she already had. Full or half blood, she did not care. The father... well, she would side with her mother on that area. "At least we know that they will have a loving, wonderful mother." The daughter said at last, looking to the bright side of things. She knew that there would be mounds of trouble not only from the father, but from the pups themselves. There were already those in the pack, namely a group of males, who wouldn't accept them.

Aaka

A soft smile crossed her maw at her daughters words. "Come children. There is a hunt happening, why don't we join?" A stubburn streak ran through her and she stood, her tail loose and wagging as she headed to the Eskers where the Lurkers were starting to gather.

Sweetclover & Phelan

Her face lit up and she smiled, "Sounds good! Come on, bro." Clover said, looking to Phelan. The large female followed after her mother while smaller male scrambled up and trailed behind the two.