A future so bright it's dazzling

Alastor's expression lit up like a lightbulb when Manea expressed her approval at the name Avacyn. It was such a lovely name, but it also sounded like the name of an angel or a warrior princess, both of which he could see his little girl being. His heart swelled in his chest while he tried to picture what his little Avacyn would be like if she was what came to be. Now it was his turn to listen while Manea spitballed ideas for a boy's name. She liked the -cyn suffix, so the continued to work with that. Eventually she landed on Saracyn. Alastor gave a nod of his head with a thoughtful expression on his face. "I like the sound of Saracyn. It sounds like a king's name," he said with a proud smile as he pictured a noble little boy carrying on their family name.

"Avacyn or Saracyn..." he repeated and his smile grew on his lips. Curling around some more, Alastor placed a slow, firm kiss on Manea's pregnant belly, nuzzling his nose against her side. "I can't wait to meet you, Avacyn or Saracyn." A sudden bump against the end of his snoot from within Manea's body made the wolf flinch back with a yip of surprise, wrinkling his nose to rid himself of the strange sensation his child's kick had left on his muzzle. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he said with a laugh, grinning back at Manea as he returned to lie perfectly parallel with her. "Either that one really likes me or really wants to punch me in the face!" He let out a light laugher, gently patting Manea's stomach with a large paw while they snuggled together, two happy soon-to-be parents rejoicing over their future child.

While they lay snuggling, Alastor caught a glimpse of movement and turned his head to spy Irilyth returning from her trip to the valley with a bundle of fresh herbs. His abyssal eyes followed the svelte, petite woman while she made her was back into the den below them, disappearing from sight. He wrinkled his nose again as even from this distance he could smell her aggravating heat scent, praying the gentle autumn breeze would dissipate it quickly. It was bad enough being around her and not being able to touch her until the contraceptive herbs took effect. He was having too nice of a time with his wife to let his primitive predator brain take over now. "How are you liking your new handmaiden, my queen?" he asked while the subject was in his mind.


"Alastor"