Writing our own lore

Ganta had been close, luckily, for he figured Roza was getting closer to her time of birthing. He had been collecting more bedding, noticing his mate fussing over it as she prepared for the little ones, so when he heard her call he dropped everything and took off towards the den at full speed. His heart was pounding in his chest, wondering if he’d make it before or after his beloved had already brought a new life into the world. Luckily it was the former and Ganta slipped into the den quickly, though carefully, and came near Roza’s head with a worried look in his gaze.

She was obviously in pain, and that worried the man. He licked her between the ears, waiting, hoping, watching… Seeing Roza getting so worn down from the process scared him. Surely he wouldn’t lose her? Females gave birth all the time… this… this was normal, right? But when he saw the first child emerge, a little beauty of tan and brown, Ganta’s breath was taken away. Not only was she huge for a pup, but he also noticed what looked to be the start of a mane on top of her head. There was no denying that little girl was his.

“Must be… Mom’s side perhaps.” He chuckled a little at the thought. Arietta had been a runt, didn’t talk about her family much… but who knew what genetics that side of his family held? He settled down, watching over his newborn child and his mate, every so often feeling a tinge of worry over Roza’s condition, but he did his best to handle it. If Roza could get through this process then he could as well!

Then, after some straining, his mate produced a second child to the world. A little boy, and undoubtedly the sibling of his sister. They were both large, the boy just a tad larger, though it was obvious both children were going to be very special from the moment they were born. His heart swelled with pride; two beautiful children, brought into this world by his lovely mate. Ganta knew he was truly blessed.

Then came perhaps one of the harder parts of new life. The naming process. Ganta settled down slightly behind Roza, curling around her front and laying his head on his paws so that she might be able to rest her head on him when she was ready. His gaze was fixed on the two little balls of fluff, turning over different possibilities for names in his mind until one finally struck out to him. “She’ll need strength, courage, purpose, and love…” Ganta began. “A friend to her brother, a friend to the weak… I think… Philomena might suit her.” The little pup seemed flipped her head a little at this, though in reality it was just her trying to get a more comfortable position to drink.

“You did so wonderfully… Roza… I... “ Ganta turned to his mate before nuzzling her nose. “I love you so much… and thank you… for standing by me.”