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The vigilante's life had been rather uneventful ever since he had returned Cwmfen back to Dahlia. He had actually found himself haunting the borders of the pack much more often then he had intended. Since she had left, his little apartment in the city had not seemed as welcoming, knowing that when he went to bed at night she would no be there beside him. While his life had been somewhat mundane, his mind had been far from that. He constantly mulled over the conversation he had had with Anu and thought about what things would be like once her litter was born. Onus found himself dearly hoping that whatever grew within her would not end up like the crow wolf. Hardened a man as he was, he did not look forward to the idea of having to kill children, especially not children that belonged to the woman he loved.
Could he really be any kind of father? That was the question that he thought of most often. It was something, that until this point in his life, had never been pondered upon. The man had expected the entirety of his life to be carried out as it always had been. Him fighting criminals and ridding the world of them, alone. The notion of finding a lover had never occurred to him and so neither had the notion of raising children. True, the litter that Cwmfen carried did not belong to him, but he had promised to be there for her. And maybe Anu was right. Maybe he did have it inside him to be a father. The coyote still doubted himself, but he would try. He would try for her.
Onus had been making regular visits to her den to spend time with her and make sure she was doing alright. Today was another of those visits. He had confidently, though not at all pompously, traversed into Dahlian lands to the den that belonged to his beloved. Silently he once again thanked the pale Rosea for granting him this boon. Once he had arrived and greeted her he had taken off his clothing, save the cloth, and walked to the river that ran near her home. The man had become quite proficient at fishing and within a matter of minutes had already caught them a couple fish. He stood in the water gaze cast down into its clear depths, waiting for the next prey to swim close enough for him to grab it.
The vigilante's life had been rather uneventful ever since he had returned Cwmfen back to Dahlia. He had actually found himself haunting the borders of the pack much more often then he had intended. Since she had left, his little apartment in the city had not seemed as welcoming, knowing that when he went to bed at night she would no be there beside him. While his life had been somewhat mundane, his mind had been far from that. He constantly mulled over the conversation he had had with Anu and thought about what things would be like once her litter was born. Onus found himself dearly hoping that whatever grew within her would not end up like the crow wolf. Hardened a man as he was, he did not look forward to the idea of having to kill children, especially not children that belonged to the woman he loved.
Could he really be any kind of father? That was the question that he thought of most often. It was something, that until this point in his life, had never been pondered upon. The man had expected the entirety of his life to be carried out as it always had been. Him fighting criminals and ridding the world of them, alone. The notion of finding a lover had never occurred to him and so neither had the notion of raising children. True, the litter that Cwmfen carried did not belong to him, but he had promised to be there for her. And maybe Anu was right. Maybe he did have it inside him to be a father. The coyote still doubted himself, but he would try. He would try for her.
Onus had been making regular visits to her den to spend time with her and make sure she was doing alright. Today was another of those visits. He had confidently, though not at all pompously, traversed into Dahlian lands to the den that belonged to his beloved. Silently he once again thanked the pale Rosea for granting him this boon. Once he had arrived and greeted her he had taken off his clothing, save the cloth, and walked to the river that ran near her home. The man had become quite proficient at fishing and within a matter of minutes had already caught them a couple fish. He stood in the water gaze cast down into its clear depths, waiting for the next prey to swim close enough for him to grab it.