Who's the dad?
Asla
06-13-2021, 07:00 PM
"Aslatiel Fatalis"
The look of wonder that crossed Naiche's face brought a smile to Asla's own. Soon, a smile pulled up the corner's of the man's maw and it was an odd thing to see. Naiche was usually so serious. She'd only seen him smile a handful of times. It was a good time to smile though. The golden man spoke the name of his son almost reverently, then praised the name. It was a strong name and Asla had no doubt that Arc would be a strong boy. He would shine just as brightly as the star. Satira would as well. Asla would expect a lot from her children. They were a reflection of herself, of the pack, of their names. Naiche lay down on his belly, his nose so close to the little golden pup. The pup stirred and his sister stirred as well. They were always hungry. Little whines and sounds of hunger and protest were given as the duo began wiggling towards their meal. "Go ahead," she told the man softly. She could see it in his eyes that he wanted to touch his son. When Naiche reached forward to nose at Arc, Asla reached forward to nuzzle between the mans ears. Though she'd asked him to leave while she was pregnant, Asla felt that it was for his own good. Had he stayed and cared for her the whole time only to see that both children belonged to Mojito, he may have felt bitter or something else. It made more sense to her this way. "So what do you think, Golden Boy?" She asked softly after pulling back from nuzzling him. Both dark ears flicked forward as she waited for him to speak his mind. Was he excited at being a father? Was he hoping that he had dodged a bullet? |