I need a hero
02-10-2014, 03:22 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Relief rushed through him in the form of a heavy breath as Alamea pulled herself unsteadily to her paws to make the small trek to the tree line. As soon as she was upright Rune was at her side, offering his strength and stability so that she could walk without doubling over from pain. He could feel how much of her own weight she steadied against him and it made him worry; was it merely the pups on their way or was she weakening because of them? "Almost there," he murmured near her ear, trying to remain the rock that he wished for her to shelter by. He needed to be strong for her, now more than ever. They were barely in the clear beneath the trees before she gave out entirely, slipping and sliding onto her side there beside the base of a tree. The burly grey wolf moved to settle near her head, sitting up but hunched over her to provide as much protection from the wind and stray droplets of rain as he could to her and their soon to be born children. She searched for him and he bent over to lick her forehead reassuringly, the taste of the ocean water dulled slightly by that of the rain. "I'm right here." He had no intentions of leaving her side for anything. With the weather as horrible as it was becoming, he assumed the rest of the pack would have been searching for shelter anyway. Such luck they had for circumstances to play out like this. At least that white male-- But as he finally looked up and away from Alamea, Rune realized he was not there, at least not immediately so. Frosty blue eyes scanned along the nearby trees and he thought he saw the other male's form against the dark forest, but he was drawn swiftly back by the sounds of pain and stress his little mate was making, each noise worrying him considerably more than the last. It felt like ages that he sat there beside her, waiting, watching, unable to do anything but stare on helplessly as she bravely fought to give life to their children. And all of that work, the strain and struggle, paid off in those first tiny yet strong cries of their firstborn. She was so little. He eyed the tiny bundle struck dumb with awe. So small but did she have a voice in her! Alamea moved as if instinctively, knowing innately what to do, but all Rune could do was watch. Could he touch her? He was almost afraid by her size, such a fragile thing that they had worked so hard to bring to this moment. Thank goodness his mate was taking charge of things; even now, face to face with his child, he felt clueless and without purpose. She addressed him, speaking of a name, and as he finally tore his gaze away from their newborn pup he realized what she had suggested. "Warja," he repeated quietly, the beginning of a smile coming into his lost expression. Even in the midst of this mess, his little mate had the good sense to think of names. "Warja's perfect." He kissed the top of her head with misty eyes as the white male returned with herbs for Alamea, worry beginning to ebb now that the first birthing had gone so smoothly. |
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