Sing about the Birds and the Bees
08-07-2013, 09:00 AM
The beast let a low sigh escape his slightly parted lips -- not a sound of either unhappiness or pleasure, but instead a somewhat fatigued noise as he shifted his weight from one paw to the next. Behind him, his rather fluffy tail curled contentedly around his hindquarters, his stance slackening yet again. Shoulders rolled as he shifted, watching her with obvious delight in his dark eyes. "Beyond beautiful," he agreed, his voice rumbling slightly with pleasure at the thought. Life was so much simpler then, and he longed to return to such carefree days, when there was little more to worry about than what the next day's adventure might be. "Must be why," he said, smiling yet again. He didn't love to think about the time he had spent apart from Silent, but he could not be jealous -- it was he that had left her, after all. But the thought that she had given birth to children of other men was not always so pleasant for him to recall, and he felt a pang of regret strike him as he considered it. Song said she, too, was excited for their children -- his grin broadened. He knew the Seracian wolves would be good and kind to their pups, but it warmed his heart to know that someone else would care for them even more deeply than most others. "We will certainly have to arrange playdates then," he suggested, laughing at how it made him sound -- like an old man, most certainly. But Bronze did not mind. He wanted only the best for his children, and would die trying, if he had to, to ensure their safety and success. "Do you have any indication to how many you're having?" He knew it was not always a perfect science, but that many women could feel distinctly separate pups inside their bellies. |
