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He couldn't believe it. It was just too much to think, too much to be amazed by. The small bundle in his arms was perfect, so helpless and tiny, so beautiful. He sat outside Io's hut, holding baby Kuba in his arms, watching him sleep peacefully, making tiny noises when it appeared something disturbed or excited the little child in his dreams. He was at least a week old, so small he could fit snugly into his hand. This was his blood, his own flesh--They had done it, remembering how worried he was of Io when she had given birth. It had been terrifying, the lives of the mother and child so fragile...Either of them could have died.

Jacinto adored those tiny folded ears, and the trademark splash of color on the end of the boy's snout. Just the feeling of being a father gave him a natural high. A feeling of true happiness, a meaning for life. Long tawny fingers gently stroked over the puppy's small back, watching the child wake up and suck gently on one of his fingers. The new father laughed softly, holding the boy close to his body. Little Kuba, dear baby Kuba... He would take him in to Io soon, to be fed and cared for in her ways. The little coydog child had fed not long ago, too much would not be a good idea. The sun beating down on his face, the Lykoi man closed his eyelids lazily, letting Kuba sleep on his chest as he dozed off contentedly, large ears still lifted as he listened for threats or altercations. Kuba was safe, tucked in under his throat. This made the reddish hybrid never want to leave AniWaya, or take his son from such a great place. But that could be decided later.


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dated to the 6th?


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WC: 321 OOC: wheee let the AWWWWWWwww begin!


Saqui was enjoying a day out as usual. She visited Mirage and ran her for an hour or so before taking her on a nice short trail walk to cool her off and then pastured her, and gave her a treat of a very fine and very fresh apples, which were starting to come in. She found a tree here and there near the forests outskirts and lucked out with a few good fresh apples. Another past time Saqui enjoyed often as she did with the berries, but not so much so. She knew they could upset her stomach if she ate too much but she did enjoy at least half of one and gave the other half to another animal in the pen, probably a sheep or one of the cows or a lucky horse, who probably had one from their master. Saqui let Mirage stay outside as she headed home to work more on her weaving.

It was as she was finishing her apple when she saw the man dozing now and again. It wasn’t just because of him but the puppy on his chest. It was so small! Saqui wanted to squeal like a little girl and go coddle the little thing but she kept her sanity and stopped short. She stood there for a quick indecisive minute before speaking; "Osiyo!" She said and waved until the man caught eye of her. She was a friendly being and social, though she didn’t always connect with social situations too much. She still loved having friends and here, she did not have many. The puppy also intrigued her and she wondered whose it was besides this young man’s. The thought of Io being pregnant came to her mind and Saqui thought perhaps she had her puppy and this was it. That’s what it seemed like to her. It was a high possibility.

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Jacinto remembered crying like a child on the birth of his dear Kuba, both for the lost lives of the boy's siblings and the life brought forth by this little bundle of fur in his grasp. Little Jakub was the first of his children to survive, which counted for a lot in the tawny man's books after all. Ku was magnificent, born to a leader and a pince...Truly worthy of his father's pride and the rest of Inferni's adore. He was born with the markings of his lineage, and his mother's unforgetable features. Just look at those ears! The warmth of the sun was enough to keep his sleepy stupor around, and it was surely the perfect day to lounge. The Itse, after all didn't have many things to ponder about. If he was needed, sure he would be there for help. But his eyes and ears had to be kept open. Io was round someplace, but for now--he was the sole guardian and protection of the helpless thing in his arms.

Jac sat up, cradling the dusky puppy close, watching the sky and clouds above. How blessed they were for such nice weather, Kuba suckled on his fingers for a moment, which confused the man before he realized the little child's hunger. Io was probably busy, a dignitary's duties could not be easy. It wouldn't be long anyway. His attentions were lifted as a younger canine greeted him in Cheroke, a language he wasn't yet familiar with, but brotherly towards. Awkwardly, one of his arms was brought up in a wave, repeating back in probably poor pronunciation Osiyo! He looked down at Kuba, feeling familair with the rest of the tribe for a moment. Wanna see him? Io is somewhere and I'm watching him for a little bit. A grin, both prideful and genuinely happy lit up his face, gently cradling the helpless puppy.


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WC: 221 OOC: omg i am soo very sorry! I could have swore I replied to this days after it was made!!!!


Saqui smiled at the man's greeting. He was quite handsome really, and when he spoke her suspicions were rewarded. So this proud man must be his father? Io's mate? Though Saqui was not attracted to anyone, she was still young and still learning, she could see why Io picked this man. The smile on her face grew brighter when she was offered the puppy. She nodded enthusiastically and held out her arms. She handled puppies before, in the great tribe there was always someone with a pup to take care of and Saqui had learned from the mothers of some of those pups as well, though she learned more how to hold and watch after them than to care for them properly.

“He is so very handsome! What is his name?” Then she blushed deeply, her face turning even darker as she realized she had not given the man her name at all. “I am sorry, my name is Saqui Utina, I have just recently come from the great tribe.” She said smiling sheepishly, hoping he would forgive her rudeness in not giving him her name earlier. She was usually good about introductions from the beginning, but it was perhaps the child that had distracted her. She loved children though had no plans of having any, anytime soon.


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