What I've Done
08-31-2014, 01:31 PM
Of course he wasn't far, not with the dame being pregnant with his first litter. Yes, he knew that she was, it wasn't hard to tell at all. Her womb swelled with the life that grew within her, life that he had created. He had claimed her in every way possible, and he didn't want to give her up. Charaz knew that he couldn't keep her forever, her pack would start to come and look for her soon. After the whelps were born and she was strong enough to move around, he would drop her off on their boundaries and let them raise them. He would come to collect one once they were old enough, but for now he just needed to make sure that she was well fed. He wanted his spawns to be healthy and strong, which meant a lot of food for Goldilocks. He had a large piece of fawn belly dangling from his jaws, the blood soaking into his orange coat. He was walking with his head up high, making sure not to drag the fresh meat on the floor. He had eaten some of the fawn as well, and then buried the rest of it to get later. When he walked over to their little nest, she seemed to be awake and looking for him. Grinning around the meat, he dropped it at her paws. "Eat up Goldilocks, its nice and fresh." He murmured, licking the blood and scraps off of his jowls. |