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Jiva didn’t need to explain his apprehensions to her, Palaydrian only understood it too well, coming from an extremely traditional pack that believed her blood to be spoiled because she was Luperci. She only nodded and licked his cheek with a soft whine. Her fears were the same as his own, but there was no turning back now. This little ball of warmth so trusting and wanting to be loved had already imprinted upon her heart. She wouldn’t give Leaf up for the world and if sadly the pack would not accept him, then she would have to do the hardest thing, Drin would give her blessings and say her goodbyes. Nobody could stop her from being a mother to the kit, and she was sure Jiva would eventually feel the calling of fatherhood as well. Her bound had been made when the kit had given first suck, he was hers as much as she was his.
A stab of happy anxiety filled her as Jiva followed her bidding and began to move through the woods. She was cautious as they temporarily neared the den, but she realized soon enough that her mate’s surprise was still a bit further. Her eyes trained on her surroundings as they moved through the damp woods, and a moment of surprise came over her as she realized she’d been this way multiple times before. How had her love done this all right under nose? She could hear water from the stream nearby and she knew it was close to the lake when Jiva finally revealed the den.
A grin of warmth and love spread across her face as she looked to Jiva and squeezed his hand before kneeling down to investigate. It was small and cozy, but the perfect size for a birthing den, and if she and her lover shifted to their more natural forms, they’d comfortably fit with a plus one. She looked up at her mate and replied, I love it Jiva...you’re so good to me. And Leaf will like it too, she gently smoothed the top of Leaf’s head as he continued to slumber on. Drin stood up and turned to her mate, holding out her arms and the baby within them. Would you like to hold him? She asked. She wasn’t tired of carrying the weightless child, but she did want to see Jiva’s work from a four legged point of view.
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