[M] The Next Generation

[Sky Rhiannon]

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Myrddin is the first born, and the first of two sons. Speeding up the thread a bit. x3 [Here's my concept for Myrddin's design.]

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He followed instructions perfectly and knew what to do. Thank the gods. She moved with him whenever he urged her to and leaned her head into the touches once they'd settled down again. Her panting was even and controlled, well trained from her previous pregnancy. Blue eyes, half-lidded, looked up at her mate's through a focused haze. "...thanks. I think-" And then it hit her.

This contraction wasn't like the rest. It was tight, painful and lingering. She growled against it but went with it, following instincts and pushing hard. A moment later (and a terrified bobcat along the way), a tiny, wet pup was born. The first of three.

This one was male with more creamy white fur than anything else, though the wolf's natural black overcoat was there and dark markings on the ears, paws and tail were a contrasting hue of brown. Tired mother sighed heavily but before Tal had the chance to touch, instincts took over. Careful hands scooped the newborn to his mother's chest where she, thankfully, used one of the towels to stroke his fur clean. Not so fortunate was her natural way of cutting the cord; with her teeth.

Yelps and movement, added to a healthy weight, and the first pup was a healthy delivery. Once her instincts gave it a rest, she looked over to Tal with a tired smile. "...you name this one. He's your little look-alike." And then, in an act of trust, she held the pup out to him to hold.

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