Stupid, stupid, stupid! He should have never left in the first place! Song had told him that it was completely fine that her family would not be present to see the birthing of their grandchildren, but Cherokee had not thought it to be alright. They were her family and they deserved to at least know that one of their children was bringing new life into the world. So the dark man had set off in the direction that Song had told him her home lay, with the hope that he would be able to convince her family to come back with him to see the birthing of his children. The journey had long and tiresome and when he had finally arrived, locating her family, they had wanted nothing to do with his wife. According to them she had abandoned her responsibilities to her pack and therefore was no longer welcome. Cherokee had been completely dumbfounded. She was their daughter and they were denying her, turning her and their children away. He had tried reasoning with them, but no amount of talking could convince them otherwise. With a heavy heart the man had set himself on the journey back home, trying to make it as swift as possible, knowing that Song would give birth any day now. He had hoped to arrive a day before or maybe the same day before she had given birth, but he had taken too long with her family and his paws had not carried him fast enough.


He'd arrived at their den and much to his panic, Song was not there. Where had she gone? He was quick to locate her scent, pushing his already tired body into overdrive as he forced himself to go as fast as he could, needing to find his wife, to be there for the birth of his children. He would never forgive himself if he missed the birthing of his children. His powerful limbs carried him through the landscape, through the lands surrounding their home as he moved towards a land he had never visited nor even known of before. Her scent was pungent here, heavy with the stench of birthing. But another familiar scent hit his nostrils; Silent. His wife's adopted mother was here, so that had to mean that at least someone was looking after her. Three other unfamiliar scents wafted into his nostrils, sending his hackles on point. Who were these other strangers that were near his wife? He pushed himself, charging through the unfamiliar land, ignoring the scent borders as he rushed to the source of his wife's scent. A russet wolf sat outside of the den and Cherokee slowed his pace to a lope, coming around to face the odd colored wolf, mismatched gems seeking his lime ones. He had no idea who this man was and at the moment, he didn't care. He could smell Song inside of the den before him, as well as Silent and the other two strangers. Turning away from the red man, he approached the entrance of the den, lowering his head to peek inside the den. Song? He called out tentatively, trying to find her ivory figure in the darkness of the cave.



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She was the last of the family to be born, but that didn't mean that she would be loved any less than her other siblings. Or at least that was what her parents would've told her if she had been capable of comprehending anything. For the time being, she was simply a tiny new born in a giant world that she would one day soon come to be a apart of. Her tiny form wriggled beside her mother's, her lungs taking in their first taste of air only to expel a pitiful cry as she tried to instinctively find the safety of her mother's belly. She didn't have to try very hard, Song reached out to nuzzling the tiny whelp towards her belly. Lakota, as she'd been dubbed, was quick to latch on to the closest teat, suckling it hungrily, the warm milk doing her tiny belly good. Only when she'd had her fill did she release her mother's teat, content to dose in the warmth that was her mother and fellow siblings. Talk like this

Bronze was certain that no creature in the entire world could be as happy as he. Unblinkingly he watched the pups wriggling near Silent's belly as she slept, feeding hungrily, whimpering and afraid. He shifted closer, curling about them protectively, wanting no one to even so much as breath on his children right now. His head lifted slightly when he heard the King's voice. Carefully he tilted his muzzle towards the den's entrance, not wanting to disturb Silent or Song -- but he knew they were tired enough to sleep through a storm right now. "Four from us. Our friend has given birth here, too, to four. Song, from Ludicael." His words were nearly cut off as he heard the voice of another interrupting the silence of the den, and he rolled to his side to gaze at the stranger. Instinctively his hackles raised and he found himself snarling silently, as though amazed a stranger would even approach the den of not just one, but two birthing mothers. But he held Song's scent, and he figured it was indeed the father of her children. "Cherokee, I presume? Come inside, meet your children." His voice was hushed, and he rolled back over to watch his babes, knowing Maverick would not send him away despite that he had not been granted permission -- as a man who was to be having children himself soon, Bronze presumed he knew how important this moment was for all of them.

The tiny squirming pup found the sudden shock of the outside world more than overwhelming, but a warm comforting tongue descended upon her and she found the strength to utter a tiny whine. She was hungry and cold and the sudden transition into life had left her exhausted. Then she was nosed over to her mother?s side and instinct took over. The recently named Canta latched on hungrily to her mother, drinking in the sweet warm milk. Her hunger quickly abated as her tiny belly filled, swelling slightly. Sleep was beckoning the newborn and she would not deny it. Snuggling up to her mother she uttered a small sigh and fell asleep. Speech, Thank you so much Wolfie!