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Mars had come closer when she had allowed him to, his ears pulled back, naturally curled tail had been forced to curl down between his legs and his back hunched as he approached. He was submissive in this case, and was very cautious when he had come towards her. He he moved to see that while he was gone two others were born. The man gasped lightly, his hand going over his maw as he looked at the beautiful puppies. Not two seconds later the man would realize that one pup did not live. Mars put his nose toward it, and sniffed it, and again realized that it was dead. He looked up at her, but did not say anything. Not yet. He put his ivory hand on the dead pup, and he picked it's tiny body up. He looked at it, and identified it to be a little boy that they lost. He tilted his nose towards the others, seeing that they were male and female, the largest and first born was his son, and the smaller one was his daughter. He looked down at the pup that was held in his hand still, it being so tiny.
I will bury him. the man spoke to her finally. He did not leave yet though, he had moved towards a counter where there had been some extra cloth. He had taken a piece of the cloth, and he had put the dead pup in it, and wrapped the puppy up in the cloth and he set it on the end of the counter so he would not forget to take it again when he left the room. D- the man started to talk again, but then he felt like there was supposed to be silence again. His mouth would betray him yet again though and he would let his thoughts be voiced. Did you think of names at all? he asked her,wondering if she did think of names or not. He had not thought of any names, because he hadn't been able to think of names that he liked. He thought of names, yes, but not of ones that he liked and would name his offspring. Plus, he didn't know if Krystalle wanted to let him name them or not. His innocent blue eyes looked up into her pale pink ones, and he just looked at her and her tired face. He wished that she could sleep easy tonight, but the stress of the two new puppies might make her even more anxious.
Those same eyes would look to their children that were finally brought into this world. You did a fantastic job, Krystalle.. the man told her, a small handsome smile being pulled on his face, with an edge of nervousness still there. He still was prepared to run if she would snap at him, but he doubted that she even had the energy to. He would look at the one who looked very much like him, with a white coat and black and brown markings. The other, the female looked like a darker version of her mother, and equally as beautiful. They look like mini versions of us.. the man spoke, his finger touching the little bodies before he looked back at Krystalle.
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