Clocks [GhostxSegar Family]

Ghost, for the aloof, broken creature that she was, had become remarkably cold and distant to anyone that wasn't her mate or her pups. To both of these she had become remarkably affectionate and possibly overbearingly protective. Perhaps this strange shift in persona had to do with the simple fact that she rarely expressed emotion and to show it so adamantly to her own family, her singular priority... was the extent of her emotional grasp. Regardless, she had scarcely left her pups. She had clung to them and they to her. They knew her scent and Segar's and had imprinted upon both, there would be no doubting who their parents were.

Her tail would flicker, coiling around her pups and drawing them close to her abdomen. A soft, nonsensical hum would spill from her maw, soothing and soft in its intensity. A lullaby of random notes strung together to soothe the wiggling spirits of her womb. A pink tongue would escape her maw and she would bathe her most precious cargo, cleansing them of dirt and debris. They squirmed and whined, wiggled and fussed but she continued her soft and gentle hum. When they were cleaned and bathed to perfection she uncoiled her body, releasing them.

She watched them play and scramble, darting and diving along the floor of her den. Silvered eyes would glisten, a piece of her mind screaming at her to clean them again, she frowned, fighting it, and allowed them to play. Her tail would flicker and her ears would pin back against her skull, smiling gently down at her pups so they would not think her cross. She would howl, a long, low, languid sound for her mate. He could come if he wished. It wasn't demanding. Her gaze would flicker back to her pups. "Would you like to go for your first walk through Seracia?" Her lyrics were smooth, soft, whimsical, never biting, never clawing as she awaited her pups response.