Making Things Right
03-29-2016, 12:31 PM
Jakart nosed the remnants of the deer and looked out across the Fjord to where his brothers dens were. He had been hunting his tail off to keep Callisto fed, and in turn the pups she refused to let him see. A peek or two inside the den when laying meat before the entrance, the shadowy silhouettes of wriggling babes eventually transforming into talkative pups. He let out a depressed sigh. The male wanted to see his children. Tell them stories and carry them on short walks to let them safely see the world beyond the den. At least he knew they were both males, one being hungrier than the other by the incessant want of milk. Definitely his son, remembering his own hunger as a pup with a smirk. Done removing the haunch of the deer with a final tug Jakart looked over in the direction of Callisto's den. For the moment he was alone, Narcissus off chasing Belladonna or something, and as he picked up the savory hunk of meat his eye caught movement down in the fjord. It was Callisto. There was a sudden tightness in his chest. She wasn't at the den, which meant the pups were alone, which meant if he really wanted to see his sons he could do so without interference. Jakarts toes ground into the earth at the thoughts. It wasn't as if he would ever harm the babes, not that his lover knew that or since... Jakart was already moving, mind decided. There would be repercussions for sure. But it had been a month! Over the dips and turns his flighty and excited paws carried him closer to the entrance to the den. And at once he stopped at the sight of a little umber ball of fur making it's way out of the den. The grey wolf dropped to his belly and lay the piece of meat off to the side. His breath quickened at the sight, mismatched eyes slowly peeking up to stare at the pup. The child moved with determination, a harmless weed in his mouth. Already taking after his mother it seemed. Was that the hungry one? Still on his stomach Jakart watched, crawling a step closer. He decided an outright call of attention would startle the child, thinking of something to make the pup notice him in a less alarming way. Hmmmm. If it was the hungry one... Jakart looked at the meat beside him, picking up the deer thigh. With a casual stride, paws shaking slightly as he closed the distance to his son, Jakart stepped closer and closer to the young one. It broke his heart, but the father had to act natural and see if the gild would seek his attention, depositing the meat at the dens entrance as if nothing had changed. The male kept his ears perked, titled back slightly as he sat with the meat between his paws and began to tear off pieces for the she wolf that wasn't there. |
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