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Everyone was worried, scared or uncertain. Shawchert was one of those that was worried. He didn’t show it though, he had to put on a brave face. He looked around at the cramped house, at least it wasn’t as cramped as it had been before when most of the members of the pack had come. He was still frozen from being outside for so long, but it was all well worth every moment when he knew that his pack was safely inside Sky and Mars’ house. He also thought about Ouija, who was most likely in the hunting lodge. He knew the man would be safe there if he stayed in.

Shawchert took up his flute that was tied around his neck and started playing. It was slow, but he tried not to make it a solemn song. He was sure that if he used his music some things would be forgotten, and maybe the storm would not be the first thing on everyone’s mind. He hoped someone would pitch in as well, and it was possible if they wanted to, they could try to celebrate rather than worry, they still lived, they were in a fine, sturdy house. Everything was going to be ok. They had each other and that’s what mattered the most. He thought as he continued to play the flute. His eyes concentrated on his fingers, though they didn’t need any direction from them. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see all the sad faces around him. Maybe if things picked up, that he would be able to look people in the eyes. The storm was raging outside, but inside it was warm and quiet. In fact with all the bodies in one place it was quite warm, and only slightly uncomfortable for the male, but he knew what lay outside for him if he chose that this was too much for him. His fingers moved deftly over the wooden pipe, creating what anyone could only guess. He loved making up tunes, and there was plenty to go around.

WC: 300 OOC: aawwwkkkwarrrrd!!

It was so awkward being in the same room with one female he loved very much, and another who was carrying his pups, and it was even more awkward when Orin called him to come over, he could feel Sky’s eyes on them… was she jealous? He hoped not, because he didn’t want her to feel out of place, though… touching Orin would be something a bit strange, but he wanted to feel his puppies moving around, because hat was what he thought when she said someone’s awake. He had inadvertently stopped playing his flute, a dumbfounded look on his face, but he put his flute down to hang across his neck, and he moved to Orin t feel. He couldn’t help but grin as he felt the oddest thing he had ever experienced. Their work to get Orin healthy again was doing wonders and to know that the puppies were alive and well, made Shaw happy, especially now that they’d lost two litters of pups, and thinking on that thought he turned to Sky, wishing she could have had a moment like this with her own children… Someday, he thought. And at that thought, he knew… that he would want her to have his children someday. He told himself to think one thing at a time. He was already having children, let that work itself out and then he could have more.

They are lively! Or is it one?

He asked, not sure if he would be able to tell. He had turned back to Orin already after giving Sky a loving smile. A moment like this could not be missed, though it was strange having your girlfriend on the other side of the room watching as well… especially since she was not the one pregnant with his children.

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Shawchert was quiet for some time, but he was listening to what Orin had to say and nodded, of course she wouldn’t know, just as someone wouldn’t know exactly what was inside a dark box unless it was opened. He was not too disappointed however, he didn’t mind the surprise. He pulled his hand away when the pups stopped moving, feeling a slightly embarrassed when he thought about Sky. Orin then requested him to play his flute, though he hesitated this time. He wasn’t sure how Sky would react to that, and he did turn to see her, as she was busying herself with her goat. He felt a pang in his heart, it was ripping him apart to the seams. He had two choices, Sky or the children and even though he had not met them he loved them dearly. Sky was the same. He didn’t think he could ever make a choice between them and he was glad that she seemed well enough to not make him do such a thing. He was shocked when Orin decided to let Sky in on the whole thing, which relieved Shawchert in so many ways. He watched as Sky walked over, casually and started talking about how many there could be or not, and that it was impossible to tell. He knew she was using her medical knowledge to cover over something, he knew what and he didn’t want to remind himself.

He could see her put her hand over Orin’s belly listing her reasons why she thought that Orin was having twins… two pups? He wasn’t sure how he could handle two pups, but it was a guess right? In any case he sat quietly still. Though he normally had something to say he was afraid to talk. He moved over beside Sky and put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a loving squeeze.

I think however many pups we get is great.

He said. He knew that if he and Sky were together that they would have pups and that was a small indication of him making a promise to Sky that she too would have pups one day, though quite subtle. He then moved back to where he had been sitting and started playing his flute again, for the pups yes, but for everyone else, especially Sky, but though he would normally play her lullaby, he refrained from doing so now. That was for the two of them now, and he wanted something like that just for them, no this was an older song, one of the first ones he made, it was simple, and a little crude, even though he had spruced it up a little since he got older, but it was still a very simple song. One that was easy on the ears. He played it for a little bit wondering if he woke the pups up, and unsure if he should keep waking them if that was indeed what was exciting them. He liked the fact that even though he could not hold them nor see them, nor feel them as Orin could, that he made an impact on them in some way.