Worst In Me
07-01-2017, 09:52 AM
He heard the call and took off as if his tail had been set on fire. He hadn’t strayed too far from her, but had understood her need for solitude. He had carefully marked the orchard around the den she had made, and in spite of his bumbling and awkward physique had managed to keep her well-fed in addition to what she had managed to hunt herself. He arrived at the den and felt his breath catch. There was an indescribable pressure radiating from the den; a heat of something raw and powerful and yet somehow gentle and frail. By the time he had arrived it had already ended, and he could hear the squealing and grunting of newborns as well as the soft wuffing of Mara’s breath as she slept.
He knew it was better that he hadn’t been there when she gave birth; he knew that she wouldn’t be able to stand it if he had tried to coach her or comfort her through the pain and it would have only served to make her feel weaker. He sat at the entrance to the den, his mind reeling; as much as he wanted to enter and see his pups he knew better than to enter a new mother’s den without her knowledge, especially when that new mother was Mara. Instead he waited by the mouth of the den, his heart pounding, as he listened to his children- his children- nurse and nuzzle their mother. |
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