01-02-2012, 06:08 PM
Two nights ago, some very small precious gifts where born into the world, and he had been bounding along the terrain like a silly puppy with excitement. Ichika was warming the cold brute’s heart day by day, something Dahlia had never quite been able to do. The excitement in his form was maybe from his attachment to Nayru and the fact he felt not quite like a father but like a father watching his daughter grow up. True he had no children of his own yet, but he hoped they were on the way, hoping his beautiful she wolf was currently in the first stages of fulfilling that hope.
Early in the morning he had been out, hunting as usual, instincts kicking in to drive him to keep his den full of food for the two ladies who currently needed a male around to keep their bellies full. Instinct or maybe paternal instinct who knew, but in the end, he had been hunting so well that there was plenty for everyone, to the point of he had been storing food away deep into the frozen ground and covering it for later. He had hidden away so much food that he guessed that he should have stopped at some point, but it was winter and hunt able prey may suddenly vanish if things rapidly changed.
A low yip pushed out of his muzzle as he called into the den. Calling not for the new mother and her children but of his mate, the morning was a beautiful winter wonderland, and he wanted to show her something. His voice remained low, trying not to wake Nayru.
“X’yrin” he called his body full of energy and ready to burst at the seams.
Early in the morning he had been out, hunting as usual, instincts kicking in to drive him to keep his den full of food for the two ladies who currently needed a male around to keep their bellies full. Instinct or maybe paternal instinct who knew, but in the end, he had been hunting so well that there was plenty for everyone, to the point of he had been storing food away deep into the frozen ground and covering it for later. He had hidden away so much food that he guessed that he should have stopped at some point, but it was winter and hunt able prey may suddenly vanish if things rapidly changed.
A low yip pushed out of his muzzle as he called into the den. Calling not for the new mother and her children but of his mate, the morning was a beautiful winter wonderland, and he wanted to show her something. His voice remained low, trying not to wake Nayru.
“X’yrin” he called his body full of energy and ready to burst at the seams.