1, 2 ,3, This is How We Be
12-10-2013, 01:21 AM
It was just a tiny bit cold outside and having to stand out there for respect to his sister wasn't something he wanted to do all the time; especially in this kind of weather. But he would hold his tongue, waiting to see when Aza would acknowledge him. It would seem like an eternity before her voice would resonate in the cave, her tail thumping against the cave floor as her skull twisted around to face him, inviting him in. With a grateful sigh he would allow himself to cross the threshold, taking a moment to shake himself free of the snow that had been collecting across his back, careful not to throw any of it on the pups or Aza herself. Once clean of the snow, he would move towards his sister, watching as she readjusted herself and kept the two tiny figures close to her abdomen. Ceruleans would trace the outlines of the pups' silhouettes, noticing how one of them had a very definite similarity to Aza, while the other looked nothing like her. Protectiveness towards the two little ones would settle over him, though he would rather hesitant about approaching them. He didn't think they were the product of love... I don't have a clue what I'm doing. In case you are wondering. Soren and Kismet. Named for nothing in particular. They just kinda came to me, I guess. I don't suppose a girl could get something to eat in this weather? She would introduce the two little ones; Soren and Kismet. His nephews. Funny to think that his sister had two little boys on her paws. Reminded him of his own mother, with himself and his brother. Still, the fact that his sister was now a mother, a mother before he became a father was a rather strange concept to grasp. He wasn't sure if he would be able to fully get to used it any time soon. She would go on to basically request something to eat, given that she was basically eating for three. Lucky for her, Gael had a fresh rabbit he'd caught earlier just for her, figuring she would be hungry. You're lucky I think ahead lil sister. He playfully teased as he allowed himself to disappear back into the blizzard, retracing his quickly disappearing paw prints back to his den, grabbing the cold rabbit carcass in his jaws before making his way back to Azalea's den. He would shake himself off one again, allowing the rabbit to fall at her paws, limbs folding beneath him as he allowed himself to lay down before her. He would watch her quietly, trying to decide whether to ask the question that was burning his tongue. Talk like this |