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She hadn't wanted him in the den they shared for the birthing. He had allowed it, though it annoyed him. At least she had listened to him and stayed on four legs for her pregnancy. He was eager to be a father, though he'd visited Gemma often, always in Neutral territories, and always in the guise of hunting and patrolling. After all, his mate had been pregnant, he hadn't wanted to accidentally hurt her. Naniko had reassured him that Ayasha would be fine as she'd gone into labor. And he supposed she had been as the howl from the white furred leader roused him from his daze. He stood, shaking his massive secui body to get the blood flowing again.
He had chosen the secui form for its strength, it's power. No, he couldn't wear his clothing, but that was okay. He had the strength, the sheer body mass, to protect his mate when unhappy pack mates came around. He made his way slowly to the den they shared, his eyes searching out the pure white form of his mate. Her back was to him, but he could hear the sounds of the newborns feeding.
He padded over, his posture both wary and eager. He couldn't wait to see the pups, couldn't wait to meet his offspring. Ayasha had been huge in her pregnancy, he couldn't help but to wonder how many they'd had, and the genders. And names. What would they name the offspring?
In the back of his mind, the butterflies were whispering again. They had done it more and more often as Ayasha's pregnancy had gone on. They had mostly kept them under control, except when he went to visit Gemma. With Gemma he was free to use her and abuse her as he needed to, so he felt nothing about listening to the butterflies with her.
He sat on his haunches a foot or two away. The cavern den was dim enough all he could see was the shadowy lumps that were his offspring. "Well, kiddo? How'd we do?" His voice was gruff, but tender. Despite his mental issues, he really did love his petite mate.
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