with arms wide open

*Ocena* · 04-28-2013, 12:26 PM

Gargoyle's appearance was not unexpected, and Ocena lifted her head slightly, a smile crossing her features as the massive male found himself stuck in the entryway that she had carved out for herself. "Gargoyle," She breathed a greeting to the massive male, exhaustion coloring her tones, "They must take after their father, then." She teased lightly, wagging her tail wearily. It had been a long day, and it had not ended yet. Still, while Ocena was exhausted, just seeing Gargoyle had her heart picking up pace in her chest as she shifted her weight slightly, reshuffling her body to allow Gargoyle a better view of his three children. They mewled a little at the upset, pawing blindly until they found Ocena's stomach again. Sharp pains pricked at her stomach as they found teats, but she barely noticed in the blissful haze of exhaustion that dominated her.

Nostrils flared to take in the warm scent of the fresh hare, but even the demands of her stomach faded in importance at the thought of sleep. This had been exhausting, and at his mention of rest, a weary smile crossed Ocena's features. "Oops," Ocena had to laugh, a soft sound in the warm air of the den. "Next time I'll make sure the entrance is a little bigger. It wouldn't do to have Glaciem's mighty Chief get stuck more than once, huh?" Teasing him lightly, Ocena found the omnipresent smile that Gargoyle always drew from her widening across her features. There was just something about him.

It was the tears that drew her next words from her maw, as the female stretched slightly forward, ignoring the squirms of her children to butt her nose lightly against Gargoyle's. She retreated a few moments later, resettling herself around the three darling children, "Are you all right, Gargoyle?" The words were soft as she examined the tears glittering in his fur. They were like perfect gems; the most obvious sign of emotion that she had ever seen in the massive male that she had come to love so dearly. "I'm surprised Frisk didn't try to worm his way in here." He was a mere afterthought in that moment, not really a driving force. Not with three children curled against her stomach and Gargoyle sitting so close to her.

Letting her head come to rest on her paws, Ocena yawned massively, feeling her eyelids grow heavier as the time began to pass. It was warm inside this den, with the combined body heat of the pups, herself, and Gargoyle, and the warmth had lulled her into a slowing of her thoughts.

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