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It was sometime after Firefly had left her at the park that Cercelee came by Haku’s home by chance and heard the commotion that was going on within. Ears falling flat against her skull she approached slowly, cautiously. The voices inside were those of Alexey and Svara and she wondered if some sort of conflict had arose with the two, though it was not her home she felt the right to approach at the moment. Pausing at the door the scent of after birth and the sound of squeaking pups floated out to the Rosea and Cercelee relaxed, entering slowly into the dwelling.
Eyes fell onto the two females huddled about Firefly’s resting spot and then onto the new mother herself. Absent mindedly nodding to the hot tempered soon to be adult and the sweet Koios female Cercelee moved between them and closer to the children. Navy eyes fell on the stillborn but quickly blocked the sight out. There were two that were alive, and after the incident with the bear Firefly was lucky to have them. The two wiggling puppies, contentedly suckling their mother captured Cer’s attention and she could help drawing closer and poking one gently with her nose.
The small male let out a squawk as the wetness of the nose touched him but quickly forgot about the foreign sensation and went back to working on his mother’s teat. Looking up Cer met Firefly’s eyes and smiled warmly. Despite their differences and Firefly’s initial distaste for the pregnancy this was a moment they could both celebrate. “They are beautiful.” And she meant it, though aesthetically newborns were not the prettiest sight in her book. Yet these children were. They were born of her two cousins, and two of her biggest rivals in the pack, yet they were the first of their kind. The first to be born in Dahlia de Mai. The first to be fully blooded to the pack.
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