Mars had taken to his room this evening, his hands strumming on his white guitar, a soothing tune having come from his room that had been open (which was rather rare, but he was keeping an alert ear out for Krystalle, as he had been doing quite recently.) Lately he had been getting the feeling that they were coming. It was soon, and he would be there. He needed to be there so that they would be able to get through it. Right? He continued to play hist guitar, seemingly unconcerned about the woman, and going about his business, but in all reality, he was playing the music for the woman, so she could relax knowing that he was relaxing. He tried t relax by playing guitar, and it worked for the most part, because making music had been a passion of his and he easily could get lost in his world of music. He made sure to keep an ear out on the real world though. He needed to.

Mars had been about to go into another verse when the woman had dropped something that shattered. He blinked and just stopped for a moment before the woman screamed something at the top of her lungs in Spanish. He knew nothing of what she had said but he did know that she spoke the language so figured that something was happening. He jumped up off of his bed and put the guitar gently down on it before he ran out to the living room where the woman was bent over on the ground. Krystalle? Are you okay? the man asked, unsure of what was going on but by the way she was crouching there, her hand on her stomach, he could tell that now might have been the time for them to come. Mars knew close to nothing about birthing pups, for his mother had been an expert and the only thing that he was allowed to do was get water. Get water it was the only thing he could think. He shook his head and looked down at her. He extended his hands to her to try and maybe find somewhere else she could get comfortable. They're coming... the man muttered, reminding himself that he needed to act quickly. Krystalle, where do you want to have them? I'll help you wherever you need to be, love. he spoke, his words trying, straining to be calm, but the name 'love' coming out and showing that he was a wreck in his head.

She tried to push him away at first, but something he had said must have gotten her to cooperate because she stopped fighting rather quickly. The man hadn't even noticed that he had called her 'love' and was just acting on raw instinct now. She had told him that she had wanted to go to the bed, and he happily took her over to their shared bed, not concerned with what was about to happen on the bed and not realizing the mess that was just about to happen. He had never seen his younger brothers or sisters be born, hell no. His mother made sure that he never would see. So, he never had seen the process of puppies leaving the womb. In his mind he was terrified, because he didn't know what to expect. His ears pulled back on his head, he was starting to get really nervous, his tail also tucked against his left leg because he was nervous. He guided her to the bed and let her lay, and then he just stood off to the side for a moment, wondering what to do next.

Before he could even ask if the woman wanted him to leave, she had pushed out one small bundle of fur. His heart sank into his stomach and he swallowed hard. The smell that had hit him was repulsive to him, and he almost wanted to puke, just out of anxiousness and the smell's obnoxious hold on his nose. Krystalle, I'm going to uh, get some water for you... I'll be back with the bucket from the kitchen, I promise. the man spoke, before he excused himself and he went right into their kitchen and he had grabbed their water bucket and he had walked back into the room. He wanted to be there, but then again he was still scared. He still didn't know what to do with himself, and a small whine from his maw that was uncontrollable had escaped to show this. There was no 'keep cool' in this part of his time. He stayed closer to the door and away from Krystalle if only because his mother had engraved in his mind that no woman wanted company in this point in time of their life. The only thing keeping him there was so he could be easily accessible to the woman.

Mars cleared his throat lightly and his ears still were held flat on his chocolate hair. That one is pretty big...Looks heal-lthy... the man choked the words from his maw as his blue eyes stared at the little beast that had come from her body. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself again. He needed his composure, for that was the only thing that he had left. So regaining it was the only thing he could do. He took another breath to even himself out, and he blinked his eyes closed for a moment and then opened them and looked at Krystalle. This was one time that he did not change into another when he had done this action. He was lucky this time. The Russo looked at the runt that had come from the woman's body once more. Can I...come closer? he asked, wondering if she would let him see them up close now or if she was going to try and hurt him if he did come close. The man looked very much like a child in expression at the moment, curious as well..

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.

She wanted to bury the child. Mars cocked his head and then nodded, finding it useless to try and argue with the woman, for Krystalle had always been very strong willed, and for some reason, right now, the male feared her, instinctively. He had put his rump on the ground, and his ears were held back on his head as he looked at the children that were theirs now. He wondered what they would look like when they were older, if they would still keep this coloring that they had now. He wondered if his pelt ever did change when he was little. He looked up at Krystalle when she had spoken to him, telling him that Paz was a name she wanted. The little girl would be Paz, since it had been a female name. Mars nodded his head. Paz is a darling name for our little girl.. the man spoke softly, his finger reaching out to touch the little Paz, and her whining like little puppies did when they were touched. The sound made him jump slightly and want to move away, but he realized that he had not hurt her and he then looked to that massive little boy of his. He looked so similar to Mars, it would be impossible to deny that he was a Russo.

Amon.. the man let the word fall from his tongue, it seemingly coming from nowhere since he had no relatives of the name, and he couldn't think of if he had read it in a book or where it had come from. He had read a book though, about a snake-footed wolf demon that the humans had called "Marquis Amon". Mars didn't remember it, but he did like the name. He looked into Krystalle's pink eyes. Can that be his name? Amon Russo? and then Paz Russo...Or they can have your name too... the man spoke, shrugging his shoulders as he looked at her. Whichever you please.. he spoke, nodding his head lightly to her.