Paldor had been resting within the confines of his glen. A short distance it seemed from all of the activity, he really needed to find a new place of peace and relaxation. Everyone and their dog (no pun intended) was out and about, he shuffled and shuffled, wiggling this way and that till he got comfortable on the mossy ground and then, promptly fell asleep. Apparently he sleeps alot. For all the want not to sleep, he sleeps. He is nervous. He knows that their foray into the craters edge would be memerable time indeed, he'd never felt the way he had with her. It almost irked him. Not in a bad way, even though that's what it means. He just... his life was not going as he had planned it after the fire. He'd wanted to remain solo, hadn't wanted a pack, didn't need a mate, no care for children. But what had he done? found himself a friend, a pack, a mate and soon... children. He'd never had children before, it was a strange concept to him. Mystics weren't supposed to have children, even though his entire family had surpassed that notion all together.

Down the line some where, things had changed. His grandmother had been the first of them to be a mystic, passing it down to her son, who then passed it down to his son, who then passed it down to him. One of Paldor's brothers had been a mystic, but a rival tribe had killed him off during a skirmish. And then the task had befallen him. Though to no avail. Those who speak the truth of the future are normally the one's deemed crazy, missing parts of their mind, caste to the side of modern day packs and not thought about in the least amount. As he slept he dreamed. Not normal dreams. White Dreams. The noise was so great he thought his ears would explode, his pale white eyes opened up to find himself in the middle of something strange. He lays in the corner of a dark den, in the middle of what he can only assume is no where.

Noises make him move his head in the oposite direction. There he saw a female, one that looked strangely like Ruvindra and at first he was afraid. Strangely enough. But soon he could see clearer and she was not the snowy white of his mate, but that of her daughter, the darker female who had come to them when Ska was born. He couldn't forget the female for his life. Even though he'd yet to see her since. He watched her scream, blood filled the small den and he pushed himself against the walls as well as he could to stay away from the blood. The den filled up so much that it burst open and threw the wolves within across the four winds. When he opened his eyes again he was in the western crater, his eyes looked down on the den, once again whole despite it's eruption. He looked around but saw no one, not a soul. Something was wrong with Cali, he didn't know what, it wasn't death warrented. But it was serious.

With that the world turned to white, the noise deafening again as he tried to escape it. He woke on his side breathing heavily as the small twigs of the glen brushed against his scruffy white coat. He had to find Ruvindra. Tell her what has happened. He races free of the glen and finds that he is to late. Ruvindra is not within her den. Well, he was a dolt. Wrong den Pal... your a fool really, but hurry! he growled. He'd forgotten in his rush to get here that she'd choosen a new den site. He turns away from the den and towards where he knew the new one would be, he traced the path he'd followed for the past few weeks and came within sight of the den. The rough high pitched squeals and chirps of the pups within caused him to start. One paw raised in the purpose of continuing forward but he was frozen. Had it all happened while he was asleep? damn those dreams! he slowly moved forward and poked his head within inches of the hole's inner side. There he saw.... white. Lots of white fur. He blinked a few times.

Well, now how are you going to tell them apart? it's not like you can tie a string to their tails the male voice echo'd within his mind maybe not string... he thought to himself and the voice. Without a word he retreived his head from inside the den and made to find the bushes he'd seen. It had only come to a valid conclusion that Ruv and he would have white pups. Neither of them really had any markings on them, the only thing that might change would be their eye color. His being white and pupil-less and her's being a violet color. He raced towards the bushes he'd found previously. One a bright raspberry bush, another a deep purple-black black berry bush and the third a bright blue blue berry bush. He grabbed a sprig off of each, until the pups eyes opened and they could see them they would have to do with this. He only hoped their enticing scent wouldn't cause Ruv or the pups to lick it off...

Racing back to the den he halted quickly taking each pile of berries and seperating them "I'm right here, just give me a second. I had thought of this earlier but you should have told me it was time, I could have come here instead of... oh never mind. Just keep them seperated" he said in his gruff but as-calm-as-a-new-father-could-be voice. Once the berries were seperated properly he began to push down on them with his paws. The juices from the berries darkened when met with the dusty ground to create a bit of a mud like paint. Each one was for it's own pup and would mark who was who until they could better determine. He used the red raspberry on Vainglory, limping into the den so that he didn't lose any of the precious paint in the process and promptly stuck a paw behind the back of the young pups head. He repeated the process, black berry for Istas and blue berry for Wraith.

Once this was done he made his way to sit back and smile down at them all. He was... strangely proud. He wasn't sure if it was because of the way he marked them... or because of them. "Now, what have you come up with for names? are they all boys or is it a mixture? and there's only three right? I don't think I have enough berry juice for a fourth" he said in a joking tone.

"this is how he talks."
the voices of mom, duchess and charming.
paldor's own thoughts.