I'll Be With You
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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: Smile


There was so much sorrow in the pack. Drin's pups had been lost so suddenly. The hope of pups filling New Dawn and playing through it was dashed. There was still Fayne, but how could she be feeling after the loss of so many litters? Tharin had thought long and hard about how to assure Fayne. The problem was that the loss of such litters happened. It was simple fact. He'd lived all his life knowing about such things, and he couldn't say that everything would turn out okay.


He could however make sure that there was no reason for her to think other things would go wrong. To this extent Tharin had headed out to the river, and caught as many fish as he could. He wasn't very good at it, much better at hunting on land, but it didn't matter. With the salmon run filling up he could easily catch all the fish he could eat. Tharin made sure to catch twice as many, unsure of whether or not Fayne would need more. Grabbing as many as he could carry he trotted over to Fayne's den and dropped them. Returning to the river he grabbed more out of his pile, and returned. The trip was repeated several times, leaving the largest fish for last to make it easier.


Family comes first.

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He's so sweet. <3

Word Count → 000


Fayne was working on the final touches of her den. The digging was now complete, but she added a few more homey touches to it. Things to make her feel more comfortable. Every few days she'd make a trip to the meadow to pick what was left of Summer's flowers and take them to her den. Now, she was sure the overwhelming aroma of flowers would flood from her den every she or another pack mate passed it. She also grabbed whatever she could find to nestle herself and her puppies into when they were born...if they made it. The thought lingered, threatening to ruin her happiness. But, she did her best to press it into the back of her mind and keep her hopes high for the future. Noah was helping her with that constantly being here for her, catching her food whenever she was hungry and patrolling to keep her safe. It was appreciated, but there was only so much one could do to ease such a pain as this. It was a fear that ran deep and caused paranoia in the silver wolf. She found herself waking up at night just to make sure her unborn pups were okay, sometimes staying awake for hours just to feel one simple kick.


The Delta was heading back from deer lake with an old towel that she'd found, cleaned out, and left to dry the day before. It would add onto her collection of old clothes, other towels, and grass she'd been piling up in her den. Now, the ground was covered with her collection making a comfortable and warm place to retreat to. She was proud of it and couldn't wait to share it with her loves. When she returned to her den, there were two surprises waiting there for her. Tharin, and a rather large pile of fish outside the mouth of her self made den. A large smile crossed her lips as she approached him, her tail swaying quickly behind her. She dropped the towel and walked up to he friend placing several licks on his muzzle while a happy whine poured from her maw. Tharin! Did you catch all of these fish?! Her eyes ran over them, her mouth watering. A large rumble threatened to arise from her gut to tell her she needed to eat. Fayne never realized how hungry she was until the food was before her and she would gladly eat as much as she could. It was one thing she could do to assure the health of her pups.


The silver Delta picked the towel up again and disappeared into the hole of her den. She placed it in a spot she thought was a bit bare and then emerged again with the same smile on her face. Fayne licked her lips and sniffed at the fish before looking bright eyed up to Tharin not wanting to be rude before she began to dig into the pile.


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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: <3


Fayne wasn't there, though there was no mistaking it was her den. The scent of the meadow, along with her own scent marked it well enough that he probably could have found it without his eyes. The stench of fish tried to overcome it, but the sweeter scent still managed to come through, if mingled with the other. Turning he watched her return to the den, some kind of skin hanging from her mouth. His tail wagged, standing up and coming over to nuzzle at her friend. It was great to see her, and he was happy to see that she was doing so well.


He licked at her muzzle, nuzzling into her neck with pride. He could smell how healthy she was. Clearly Noah was taking good care of her for her to be in such good shape. Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all. The bad impression when he'd first joined could have simply been because the cripple was having a bad day. I can't let you go hungry, not when you have pups to feed. His eyes twinkled, hoping that this time would go alright. He let her drop the weird looking skin in her den before backing up, nodding his head. He had already eaten some, this was for her.


Family comes first.

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OOC here!

Word Count → 000


The large wolf's affection was appreciated. Really, any sort of affection or presence of a pack mate was appreciated right now. Fayne really just wanted to be surrounded by her family. That's the very reason her own den was positioned close to the communal den so that the scents of her family would always be present and they would never be more than a short howl away from her. She was tempted to dig it in her meadow so that every time she emerged she would be surrounded by the vibrant colors and floral fragrances that distinguished the meadow. But, soon the flowers would fade leaving behind only remnants of their existence until spring came to melt away the snow so they could grow again. The flowers she had collected would serve as a token of her love for the meadow.


Fayne let a lighthearted giggle fill the air as Tharin spoke. In all honesty, she had been eating more than two wolves could to sustain her growing pups. Her hunger was insatiable. Fayne placed nuzzled Tharin. Well thank you. I have to say my stomach has been a bottomless pit lately. She took note of his bright eyed appearance, the joy radiating off of him and attaching to the soon to be mother. She tossed him another warm smile and then started on a fish. She picked it up and placed it in front of her, putting a paw on it to keep it down as she tore half of it off and swallowed it whole. The other half was consumed quickly afterwards, vicious in her manners. She was famished, even though she ate whenever she was hungry. The silver woman ate a few more fish until she couldn't eat anymore for the moment. The others would be saved for later when her appetite came to bite back at her once again. Fayne licked at her paw to clean it and then licked her lips. Haven't had fish in a long time...it was so good. Thank you again Tharin. With that she lay down, letting the food settle in her swollen stomach. There was a hidden worry in her eyes though, one she was trying her best to ignore. Though, Fayne was never one t hide her emotions.


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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: he just pretends to be tough


Tharin lowered his head, glad to hear her laughter. Nuzzling against her he settled down on the ground. Well, I'll do my best to make sure there's enough. We can't have you starving, not with so many hunters in the pack! It wouldn't do at all if that happened. He watched as she dived through the fish, the stench working it's way into her. Having Fayne smell of things other than the meadow was a little odd for him, thinking about how much the meadow and his friend was connected in his mind. They couldn't really seem to exist without each other.


Not all of the fish were devoured, though it was more than half. It was good that he'd brought back as much as he had. Your welcome. He let Fayne settle down, seeing the faint fear that was there. Moving over he rested next to her, licking softly at her fur. There has been many tragedies in the pack lately. His movements were rhythmic, doing his best to keep the topic as light as possible. It won't reach you and your pups though. There has been enough death, now the life will come. Not quite a lie, but not completely comforting. Tharin didn't believe her pups would die, though the chance was strong. It was time for the tragedies to end, and he thought it would begin with Fayne's safe delivery.


Family comes first.

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OOC here!

Word Count → 000


The Delta returned the affection once again placing licks on Tharin's head near his ear before she rest her head on her paws. After a large meal, all she wanted to do what sit here and talk. Tharin brought up all of her worries with one sentence and it showed on her features. Her brow wrinkled and ears pasted back as she remembered seeing Palaydrian in that hole and the sorrow on Zalen's features after finding his and Titania's pups. Though, his next words seemed to east her a little. She certainly hoped that was the case. She simply couldn't bare to lose her own children. She could barely handle two friends losing their own litters. I can only hope that's the case...I love them already Tharin. I can't stand to even think about if it were to happen to my own... Her voice was small, quiet, telling of her sorrows.


Fayne settled closer to him, reaping the warmth and comfort from his body. I can't help but worry though...every thing I do, I have to be careful. One wrong move and I could lose them. She sighed and gave a slight smile thinking of the lives inside of her. They're so fragile. The silver fae turned to look over at her friend. Maybe it was good for her to talk about it with him. She didn't want to be paranoid and worry up until they're born, but it couldn't be helped. She would do everything in her power to keep them until term and deliver them healthy and happy into the world. I just want everything to be fine. She knew that even if she lost this litter, she would be able to have many more. Even so, it scared her to think that her pups wouldn't ever get to experience the taste of meat or the smell of the meadow. She couldn't wait to take them there, to be with them every day until they were old enough to be their own wolves. She wanted it so badly and it was so close to becoming a reality.


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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: lalala


Fayne's body grew tense, and he knew that she was reliving the tragedies. Tharin only felt rage towards Titania now, the sorrow at the lost pups turned into sympathy for the pain that he knew Zalen felt. The crime that Palaydrian suffered through was something else. She was such a wonderful cheerful wolf, one he truly enjoyed being around. The loss of her pups struck him as tragic, and there was nothing he could do to ease that pain.


Perhaps Fayne would best know what to do for Palaydrian. Tharin could really only do small things. He wasn't as close to her, and his feeling of loss wasn't the same as hers. He nodded his head, listening to Fayne's soft voice. He knew that thinking about the pups to come brought a smile to his face, excited for when they would enter the world. He didn't want them to disappear. Shaking his head Tharin knew what to say now. If the pups are meant to be born they are strong, and you won't lose them so easily.


Family comes first.

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OOC here!

Word Count → 000


The swollen bellied Delta truly did believe that her own pups were meant to be born. Tharin had a point when he said there had been enough death and now it was time for the life to come. Her life was next in line and hopefully her own would make it to see the wonders of the world. Fayne nodded and smiled, again bumping into the larger wolf. It was hard to resist the urge to get up and play, but that was one of the many things she was forbidden from doing during her pregnancy and she would respect Noah's wishes. There wasn't much she could do besides work on her den, sleep around, and eat. It was boring but she enjoyed the attention Noah payed to her. She could tell that he was just as excited about the pups being born as she was and he was also doing everything in his power to keep her and the pups healthy. They are strong. I can feel them kicking and moving around in there, anxious to explore the world. She giggled lightly, happy that Tharin had come to spend some time with her. He was certainly doing wonders for her mood. They'll make it.


With a restless groan, Fayne rolled on her back exposing her plumping stomach. She nipped and snapped at Tharin, her tail beating happily against the ground. Playful growls escaped her maw as she continued to snap at him. Her jaws attempted to secure a tuft of fur on his scruff, tugging lightly at it as she rolled around. Another groan was given and a yawn followed shortly after. Noah has me confined to inside the borders. I know it's for the best...because Amy is still out there...but I'm growing restless. She scooted on her back closer to Tharin and nuzzled at him, urging him to play a little. It shouldn't hurt. He forbids me from playing. Tell me, how am I supposed to not play! She laughed continuing to nudge and nip at her friend. It shouldn't do her any harm if she wasn't jumping around like a maniac. She was simply starving for some entertainment.


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Tharin growled, bumping back into Fayne. His tail swayed as he watched her, ready to move and start a game in an instant. Of course, the games would have to be much more careful. She was heavily pregnant after all. That could stop so many things. He had to be careful with her. Hearing her words he nodded, ears perking up. They had to make it. There was just no logical way for them to not survive. Perhaps he was just rationalizing, but the way she spoke the pups sounded quite strong, and ready to come out soon.

Fayne rolled over, Tharin dodging her nips and letting her pull on his scruff as he nosed at her belly, occasionally returning growls and nudging her. The play was light, but it was still enjoyable, moving around to push at her and keep his head from being trapped in her grasp. The yawn sent him backing up, still half crouched and ready to play. It'd be impossible to stop you. It's good that you can't leave though. I don't think I'd let you out of the pack even if Amy wasn't around at this stage. It would be too dangerous.
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OOC here!

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It brightened Fayne's spirits even more to see that someone was at least willing to play with her. The silver woman without play was like a fish without water to breath, she needed it. She tried to move away from his nose at it poked at her rounding belly. Happy whines and groans left her maw as she snapped back at him, continually tugging at his scruff. Though, the tugging only helped him reach her more. Soon, she adapted new tactics and when he would dive in to poke her, she would nip at the side of his face trying to grab hold of the loose flesh on his cheeks. Each time she would land a bite, she would growl and tug at it releasing soon afterwards to start the process all over again. If you keep doing that, my kids are going to fight back. She laughed, bright and loud as the play continued hoping that one of the pups would react and kick him as he dove inwards. Luckily, one of them decided to twist around inside though his timing would have to be perfect for him to feel it. She neglected to nip him if he were to nose her again, purposely so that he might feel it. It might be funny to see his reaction to the pup moving.


Tharin lifted from the ground slightly and she wanted to mimic him and rise from her laying position to dance about. But, she knew what was good for her puppies and what wasn't and doing just that was on the bad list. Tharin finally admitted to agreeing with Fayne and she sulked for a moment. She knew what was best, but that didn't mean she wanted to believe it. Although, no joy in the world could compare to what she'd feel when she had her puppies snuggling up next to her. In the end, it would all be work it. You're probably right...I'd probably advise myself to do the same. Good thing I have you and Noah looking out for me though. Without my pack, I know these puppies would probably not make it. Fayne's rump rose into the air as she knelt into a play bow, growling up at Tharin. She wouldn't be jumping about, but she could still get up and challenge him.


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It was a calm form of play, with Fayne quickly working out a system that would have him pulling back much faster. He did his best to keep up, ducking in and out. They're not even born, and you're going to have their help to team up on me? Tharin growled, amber eyes laughing. He didn't believe that would really happen in any case. Tharin moved back down, nudging against her belly. Fayne didn't move to stop him, Tharin's ear trained on her as he pushed against it. A movement beneath his nose sent him scrambling back, startled.

Eyes wide he stared at Fayne's overly large belly, trying to process what had just happened. Surely he hadn't just been attacked to help Fayne's attempts in conquering Tharin and winning the game by pups that were yet to breath air. That couldn't be true! Unless she really had a powerful connection to them, one that let them communicate like that. Full of awe he looked to Fayne, a small glimmer of reverence there. The pups listened to you. He laid down, wondering what other secrets Fayne had. You talk with them?
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The Delta stayed quiet as he voiced his question, intent on the pups making a counter attack on him. It was a random chance, but it seemed they were more weary of the outside world then she or Tharin would have guessed. Fayne was sent rolling around, laughing loudly as the pup's movement startled the Gamma. His reaction was priceless and Fayne's laughter didn't cease for quite some time. It took her several minutes to regain her breath, her stomach muscles aching from the constant giggles. Eventually, she was able to breath again and she rolled over on her side, gazing happily over at her friend. I told you they would!! They're strong little ones, prepared for anything and they haven't even been born yet! She was in awe of the motions they made inside of her. Often, she would simply lay there and wait for each movement to come. Though, sometimes they didn't move at all for hours or even a whole day. It was all chance.


Tharin finally settled down. Fayne remained where she was, body relaxed as she lay there. She nodded, smile growing as he spoke. She didn't really believe that they listened to her, but it was hilarious seeing Tharin think so. His question brought a softer smile from her, her eyes darting down to her belly. Yeah...I talk to them. I think they can hear me. It's a nice thought to think they can hear my voice. I've told them stories and I talk about the future with them, how I can't wait to see them. The silver she-wolf certainly hoped they could hear her. If they could, it was highly unlikely that the words she spoke stuck with them for more than a few seconds. But maybe her voice was familiar to them already. A tinge of joy hit her again when she realized how close they were to breathing air, to seeing the world and their parents in front of them. Interesting things they are.


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Family. Duty. Honor.

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Fayne's laughter broke out, ringing through the clean air. Tharin didn't find it nearly as amusing. He hadn't actually been expecting the pups to work against him and aid their mother. They were so sharp, acting up like that! He knew that the connection between a mother and her children was strong, but witnessing it first hand was amazing. Fayne finally calmed down and rolled over, an easy grin on the large male's lips. Well, when they're born I'll just have to be careful that they don't have a reason to try and take my rank.


Fayne's words were soft, talking about her dreams of the future for her pups. Tharin didn't doubt that they were listening, hanging onto every word. How else had they been so coordinated? They will be beautiful when they're born. His tail thumped against the ground, thinking about what it would be like when they were born. He'd have to work extra hard to make sure that the pack was safe when they came. Hopefully Amy will be dealt with by then.


Family comes first.

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