That Damn Stork

*Valentine* · 06-02-2019, 07:29 AM

Honestly Valentine wasn't sure what he had expected. A protest, maybe. Accusation. Suspicion certainly. The litter could have been dry kindling on the smoldering fire between them. Rhythm would have been justified in believing the worst and exploding in his face.

There was no explosion. If there were any hurt feelings or misgivings Rhythm hid them well. She shouldered past him and slipped into the den as though she belonged with the pups inside. Rhythm's acceptance and willingness to help humbled him. In truth Valentine found her alacrity a bit distressing. It was a reminder that he didn't deserve her.

Slowly Valentine followed after her. There wasn't room for both of them and the litter and that damn skunk so he settled for laying on his belly outside and only poking his head in.

Rhythm had curled around the pups by the time Valentine's eyes adjusted to the light. He noticed that first. The second thing he noticed were the smug beady eyes of the skunk who lay curled up with the puppies and Rhythm. Lefty quirked a brow at him and then eyed Rhythm significantly. "See," she seemed to be thinking. "Even your lady likes me."

Valentine scowled at the vermin and then made a point to ignore her. To Rhythm he said, "The boy at your elbow is Alarr." Beside Alarr and flailing his legs in an effort to keep his siblings away while he voraciously rooted at Rhythm's belly, was another little boy, this one with strangely over-sized paws. "The kicker in the middle is Tyrian."

Lefty was licking at the last puppy's forehead. She wiggled her eyebrows at Valentine, very clearly trying to irk him. He ignored her. "And the one at your hip, the only girl of the litter, is Torrent."

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