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*Epiphron* · 08-27-2013, 01:13 PM

It was not at all surprising to Epiphron that their only daughter was the one who was most immediately excited about leaving the confinement of the den. She was easily the most joyful of the three babes, but of course, that wasn't entirely telling; after all, they were all barely a month and a half old, with so much life left to live. Amalia rushed to Maverick almost as soon as he poked his head into the den, rushing over to greet him. At the prospect of leaving the den, however, she seemed to overflow with eagerness -- rushing over to her brothers, nudging them and even nipping at the ear of Quintus, the biggest of the litter. His reaction was one of feigned irritation, and, as she was certain Amalia had not harmed him, she merely leaned to nuzzle the boy affectionately. There was no need for scolding now; Quintus tended to be the more stubborn one of the litter, and she was certain his foul mood would be over quickly.

Cassius seemed less sure of the decision to let them explore the world outside of their den, leaning into her as though he needed reassurance badly. She draped her muzzle over his back, but not before lapping at the boy's cheek with unabashed love. "I won't leave your side," she promised him, knowing he was the smallest pup -- and often the most timid. Slowly she pulled herself upright, letting Maverick usher the children out of the den, following behind them so she could keep an eye on them as they slipped from safety and into the world. Rather quickly Epiphron had adapted to being a mother, and felt fiercely protective of her children. The thought of them running around on their own was positively terrifying, but it was simply something that had to be done.

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