shelter to my soul { birthing thread

Both woman seemed to rather like the idea for names, and he gazed at Wren with so much adoration as she gazed down at their little ones. Their children. "You're a mother now, my dearest Wren." He whispered, his vocals thick with emotion as he looked down at them. His wife suggested some names, Finch and Shrike. His eyes fell on the little girl he was looking at, with the tan elbows, paw, and ear. He nosed her softly, licking her little form. "Finch," He whispered into her deaf ears, looking over at the brother beside her. He had many different colours on him, his tail alone baring three. "Shrike," He said, licking the little boy. Gazing at the other three, his golden gaze resting on a brown and white male. The markings down his back looked like splatters across his form. "Starling," He named him, looking at his sleepy wife, not even realizing that she was passing out. He looked at the last girl, head tilting as he looked at her tri-coloured coat. She had gray point markings above her eyes, the common Destruction ones under her eyes. She really looked like him and Rhy smashed into one little body. "Sparrow." Bass then gazed at the last dark male, eyes cutting up to his sister. He looked much like Rhy and Mo, so it would be up to her to name this last little soul. "What do you think, dearest sister?"

"Speech"
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