Bad Company

The mass of fur before her was a wholesome sight, with the bright fur of the kits, and the dark fur of her children. They where a happy, warm bundle, and it sparked that motherly instinctive inside of her, she could feel it from deep in her chest, like a fluttering of butterflies. A deep, endless well of compassion. They would be raised in the pack she was moulding, they would know peace and comfort. They would have Ace, to teach them strength. Rhyme, to teach them leadership. Actaea, to teach them peace, and the rest of the pack, to grow in, to share with. Every struggle was worth it for that perfect image in her head.

A slight smile would break the seriousness of Acere’s expression. It wasn’t much, but was something. She reflected the expression back at him, abide a little stronger, a little more sure. She could see the sadness in his eyes, a hint of loss. He spoke of it being a long time since he had seen pups, and then when she considered how he had taken on Ignis and Actaea, how he had taken on the kits.. She understood. Her heart broke for him, though she tried her best to hide it. He had lost his children, at some point in his past, that must be why he looked out for the children around him the way he did. She wanted to ask after them, but knew he would face that wound when he was ready, and no sooner. Still, it strengthened an idea growing inside of her. She knew that there was no one else in the world she would rather ask this of. “This is.. Terribly forward of me, Acere, but I’ve come to know you pretty well now, and I see the way you look after those around you. Would you.. Would you be there godfather? Would you take care of them, if something ever happened to me?” she asked him softly. She knew that if something happened to her, Rhyme would break, but Acere… he would save them, he would raise them with compassion and love.