Born of Fear

*Jakart* · (This post was last modified: 03-24-2016, 06:03 PM by Jakart.)

Callisto looked absolutely worn out from the birth, her limbs laying extended and loose from where she lay. That all changed when he spoke his complement, voice shaking nervously at the sight of the two wriggling pups visible just over the side of her stomach. Jakart hardly wanted to move from his perch. His limbs were locked at the sight of the tiny masses of fur as they both fed upon the sustenance provided by their mother. The new mother had been well feed by the efforts of her lover, no doubt she was producing enough milk for the hungry babes. He would need to keep at it, make sure the pups grew strong and were constantly warm as their eyes opened and questions came forth from their tiny muzzles.

Instantly as the hushed remark was spoken Callisto appeared visibly startled by his sudden appearance. The healer's reaction was completely unexpected, even in the darkness of the den he could see the fur of her shoulders bristle outwards, head turning to look over her shoulder. What caught him most off guard and made him stop from hopping down was how she growled at him, primal in its warning. Callisto's ears were pinned and her front was raised off the churned dirt of the den, eyes set upon the wolf before her. Jakart's eyes went wide. Hurt gaze searching the babes at her stomach. As far as he knew his mother had always been accepting of his father when birthing his siblings. Was something wrong? Was... was there another pup off somewhere that he couldn't see? He didn't know, couldn't see the babies as his once mate curled on herself in the den that reeked of birth and blood. The new mother was tired, coiled and ready to pounce upon anyone that would come close to the new lives she had birthed. The father included, a reason he knew was from an assumed past event he tried not to think about. Courtesy of Belladonna.

Desperate to know that everything was alright with the ordeal a cautious and heavy step brought the male down into the den. The grey pelt of the wolf mingled and scraped along the rocky walls, limbs starting a slow and nonthreatening attempt to trail around the den in a full circle and inspect as much as he could. To think that he was now a father wasn't important right now while trying to see the tiny lives nestled against Callisto's stomach. Further and further he crept, the quiet whimpers of nursing pups eagerly feeding sent butterflies through his stomach. All, or at least some lived, Jakart's brow creasing as he ducked and tried to peer between Callisto's limbs. Movement of one... two... no third. Everyone was ok. Healthy, and in the pups case weakly squirming for sustenance. Jakart completed his lap of the den, now mindful of Callisto's space. Although he was itching to inspect his sons or daughters closer he would wait until the new mother got more settled in, grey colored limbs bringing him up and out of the den. Dutifully he would curl up at the entrance and protect the newborns and their already wonderful mother. A hunt would be needed to provide Callisto with meat and in turn provide milk for the pups. For now he would wait uneasily, and in time hopefully see the product of their strange relationship.

-Exit Jakart-

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