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As always the slumbering male was a deep sleeper, while he was attentive and alert to changes while awake, while asleep…. Nothing could wake him except for the affections of a female, and even then she was lucky if she got him up the first try. His waking mind fought the urgings of his mate, not quite hearing exactly what she was fussing about, and her excited tone was shrugged off as unimportant to his prime directive of continuing to sleep. Since they had brought the brood of puppies into the den, sleeping in had been denied him, most mornings their whines and shuffling around and playing in general would stir the beast and he’d immediately curse his existence. This was not how he would prefer to be woken up, he’d much rather be woken up to find a randy she wolf pawing at him but such things where a memory now, and he now understood why his ancestors, those alpha males would kill the young of any other than his mates, because your own children where enough, let alone others… But it wasn’t a thought entertained with any serious nature, just one of irritable annoyance in the mornings.
It wasn’t until Boothe and Sophie started whining and stirring, while the little Salvador whimpered at the den entrance did he wake fully. His blues looked around at the den, finding it devoid of the she wolf and the puppies looking around as if a storm had wandered through. Blinking he rose to all fours stretching his form and otherwise not being too excited. It wasn’t until the two older pups started whimpering at the den entrance did he really think something was up. His mind whirled a bit trying to recall his excited mates romp through the den, with a sigh and finally gave in to their excited worried voices and ushered them out of the den.
While they all went about romping in the dirt patch that had grown since acquiring them all he looked around and sniffed the ground around their den looking for her most recent scent and the direction in which she had left. Again his foggy mind couldn’t really piece it together but her direction suggested Kiara, and her mention of puppies it all seemed to come together in some giant puzzle and finally he was awake enough to understand her urgency.
“Alright lets go see what’s going on shall we?” he said softly, as he started walked towards Kiara’s den. He didn’t intend on any urgency, if she was indeed in labor, X’y was more than enough to handle the ordeal, and he didn’t want Sophie and Boothe, the two who were growing into adolescents to come across the sight of birth, nor did he want Salvador to either. So his long stride was shortened as he was surrounded by all three’s boundless amounts of energy.
Along the way Boothe decided to start attacking him, while Saluce admired his enthusiasm it was irritating, normally all it took to dissuade him was peeling his lips backs and showing his teeth but today the boy seemed to be deadest on challenging him. Saluce moved rather quickly when he came up to bite at his ears, using his shoulder to roll him off and nose moved forward to nip at his upturned neck, while holding him down with a massive paw. The big behemoth had to remind himself to be gentle, since he had noticed the two were extremely cautious when it came to big males like him, and his aggressive reactions only reinforced such things so when he reacted he tried to maintain his calm so he didn’t evoke that response from them.
When Boothe seemed to be satisfied with his standing in this makeshift pack, he carried on toward Kiara’s den. Reaching it in time, he motioned for the puppies to stay outside as he poked his head inside. The smell of blood and birth greeted his nose, along with the whimpers and soft small cries of those already born. His blues looked to the two females for a moment, nodded and back out he went. Child birth wasn’t really his department, he’d entertain the puppies outside while X’y took care of the new mother, while waiting for the okay to let everyone be introduced to Kiara’s new brood.
Image courtesy of Frau Böb@Flickr; table by the Mentors!
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