The Course of True Love [birthing]
Feli/Drifa
01-22-2020, 08:29 PM
OOC:: Let's just uh... pretend Belle isn't late as heck with this, kay? Kay.
Félicien knew it would be any day now. Avalon’s belly had become round, heavy with the children that were nothing short of a miracle this late in their lives. He was nervous and excited, not expecting a large litter but a litter that was a blessing all the same. The old wolf had been sticking relatively close to the den, though, with the help of young Winter, he had been searching for a special gift for his mate… something to commemorate the birth of their children and the union between them. The two of them had been poking around the S.S. Antiox for such a gift and, at last, Winter’s youthful eyes had helped him find it.
It was a necklace, a thin chain of silver… but it was the shape of the charm that caught Féli’s attention. He had nosed it several times, feeling satisfied. It was all a solid color but that would be fine… it was the meaning of the gift, this key, that mattered.
He was on his way back, the necklace around his own neck for the time being when he heard Avalon’s call rise over Winterfell’s lands. The waves of emotion he had washed over him anew with fresh anxiety. What if something went wrong? As much as a blessing as the pregnancy was… what if something happened? What if Avalon didn’t pull through the birthing? Nagging doubts started to creep in as Feli broke into an anxious trot.
The old wolf had crashed into more than he cared to admit by the time he made it to the den the two shared. He was breathing hard, limbs trembling, and he knew it was not just from the effort of running. He’d feel bruises and sores later but right now he wanted to hear Avalon’s voice. Drifa had not arrived yet and his ears quivered as he called in at the den entrance softly.
“A-Avalon?”
Félicien knew it would be any day now. Avalon’s belly had become round, heavy with the children that were nothing short of a miracle this late in their lives. He was nervous and excited, not expecting a large litter but a litter that was a blessing all the same. The old wolf had been sticking relatively close to the den, though, with the help of young Winter, he had been searching for a special gift for his mate… something to commemorate the birth of their children and the union between them. The two of them had been poking around the S.S. Antiox for such a gift and, at last, Winter’s youthful eyes had helped him find it.
It was a necklace, a thin chain of silver… but it was the shape of the charm that caught Féli’s attention. He had nosed it several times, feeling satisfied. It was all a solid color but that would be fine… it was the meaning of the gift, this key, that mattered.
He was on his way back, the necklace around his own neck for the time being when he heard Avalon’s call rise over Winterfell’s lands. The waves of emotion he had washed over him anew with fresh anxiety. What if something went wrong? As much as a blessing as the pregnancy was… what if something happened? What if Avalon didn’t pull through the birthing? Nagging doubts started to creep in as Feli broke into an anxious trot.
The old wolf had crashed into more than he cared to admit by the time he made it to the den the two shared. He was breathing hard, limbs trembling, and he knew it was not just from the effort of running. He’d feel bruises and sores later but right now he wanted to hear Avalon’s voice. Drifa had not arrived yet and his ears quivered as he called in at the den entrance softly.
“A-Avalon?”