Caricature of intimacy

The moans and groans of labor filled his alert ears. Hannibal's eyes were wide with worry as the den heated up considerably. Crimson blood painted the dam's beautiful mahogany fur as well as the bed below. His tail flicked ever so slightly in sheer anxiety. The male was deeply concerned with both Thys' safety and the pups she bore. There were to be no lives lost on that night and he was to be sure of it. Nephthys had to remain alive to do only what a mother could. If she passed the only other option for milk would be Leera who was ready to burst within the next week or so. But, he did not want his pups feeding from another bitch. Thys was their mother and she was strong. Hannibal peered down at the temptress in awe and nearly missed Tyr's entrance.

The scent of his alpha made its way to his pink nose and the beast flicked a glance towards the mouth of the den. A single nod was seen towards the High Lord before his attention returned towards the writhing babe below. He had never witnessed birth before and it was devastating to say the least. He was not sure if it was always so horrific or perhaps the lithe femme was just too thin to push out pups. He clenched his jaw as words sputtered from the panicked woman's jaws. Hannibal merely shook his head and finished her own sentence, "Our spawn will be strong, love." It was the first time he used such an endearing word towards the serpentine lady. It just seemed to roll off his tongue. But, he gave the words little thought as the first hearty push was made. Suddenly a beautiful brown pup was shoved into the world with instant healthy yelps. A generous grin of joy swept across his lips as he eyed the tiny form upon the long tail of her mother. He chinned up with a proud look upon normally cruel features. "Our firstborn daughter." His eyes flicked towards Thys' own with excitement. He only assumed there were more to come but offered plenty of encouragement.

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