Only a matter of time

*Sarak* · 02-19-2014, 01:51 AM

Sarak

Sarak ambled along a winding trail through the jungle. Azalea was asleep at her den. He had yet to move in, wanting to let the pups get to know him first, rather than barging into their lives. He was happy, euphoric that Azalea wanted only him, and him alone. One day, he hoped they would have children of their own together, children born of his loins and her womb united. He wouldn?t press, however. She would be the one who would steer the course of their lives together. If she wanted children with him, they would have children together. If not, he was content with raising her sons.

He wondered what his old pack would think, then snorted. They would call him weak, saying he should kill the pups of the rival, and seed Azalea with his own offspring. And then, just for kicks, kill those, too. His lip curled. How had he been born to wolves so cruel? It was hard to believe that a seed of darkness had held his heart clutched in it?s thorny vines. Erani had saved him, and Azalea had helped more than anything else. Love was the way to go, that was for sure.

A scent tickled his nose, and he stopped, looking about. He had wandered out onto the beach without realizing it. Before him stood a pup, one of Azalea?s children. He searched his mind for the name, and matched it to the description. This one was Kismet. The boy stood, paws just in the water, looking out across the sea to the mainland. Sarak stepped forward, coming to sit beside him, following his gaze to the mainland. ?It?s a long swim for small legs.? Moss green eyes dropped to study Kismet. He resembled Azalea, though lighter in color and sporting paws dipped in the same color as his head.

What would pups from himself and Azalea look like?

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