Amutaq rather liked his new position of sorts. It was an accident that he had ended up being a little bit of a guardian for a little group of loner females. Winter had ended, but surprisingly he seemed to have gotten all of his urges out that one day with the female from the very land he was heading towards. He was going to do this with all the packs, well all except Iromar, check with their Alphas to see if he and his little group of females would be welcome to freely travel in and out of their lands and stay around for a while. Of course they wouldn’t stay for long. The black male could only take seeing the same sites so much before his wanderlust took over having him lead the way. He never expected leading a little group would be easy, but he had to admit having Shimza and d’Mani around they were awfully, pushy. Shimza hated being dirty, while d’Mani just had to be sarcastic about everthing and just generally pushy. He didn’t mind he let them play their games with him and was happy to be friend and wipping boy if they needed it. He got a kick out of being whatever it was all of them needed. For Spirit it was just a kind friend it seemed, but the rest yeah he played a more, humbling roll.

Amutaq paused at the border waiting politely for the alpha to show up but a scent came to his nose, one that passed by recently. Zeteri, he couldn’t forget that smell and it made his heart flutter about happily at the memory of their rather joyous night. His half white banner waved and he couldn’t help himself but begin following the trail of her scent along the border. He had no idea that their night’s actions had conceived more than just a fun time, never had he had pups with any of the females he had fleeting fun with for a night, then again he couldn’t recall ever having met one of the females again either but that was besides the point. He followed her scent until the smell of blood permiated the air. His eyes grew big, no one yet had come to greet him but he wasn’t about to wait now.

Passing over the borders the brute ran towards her scent and the blood that was thick and soon he saw her laying on the ground blood pooling around her. He stopped wondering if she was dead, there was so much blood! Never in his life had he seen so much at one time. He moved towards her to see if she was even alive when he froze at the soft sounds coming from her. Squeaks, loud calls coming from her stomach. No. No no no no no! He prayed to fate in vain that the sounds were not what he was thinking they were, PRAYED it was just the sound of her breathing sounded oddly like the soft squeaks of child.

Amutaq moved forward tentatively, looking around her for a moment and there nestled in her fur he saw not one but two of the little things. Shiiiittttttt. Maybe they weren’t his? She seemed out of it, but alive, he could see the soft rise and fall of her side. ”Zeteri. Hey.” He spoke softly prodding her on the hip with a paw. She didn’t move. Well likely out cold from this and losing blood. He glanced around checking for any signs of the pack members. Why the hell wasn’t she in a den or something? Where the hell are some healers taking care of her? Out in the open that’s where she thought she should do this!? Feeling confident that she wasn’t about to swing around and eat him alive he prodded the black fur pup on top so he could see it properly. Well this child looked like its mom and as he rolled her he watched her maw open and close soundlessly. What on earth was wrong with her? So a daughter, joy, he hoped she wouldn’t be like his sister, if it was even his, but as he got a look at her face and saw the marks underneath her eyes that looked so much like his mother’s. Well… so much for them being not his… He didn’t know any other wolves who had eyeliner markings like that. Dammit. There was gold and white on her taili it could have came from anywhere, but the gold trailed up nearly half way. His… He had no doubt.

He turned to look at the other child now, shifting the second one over for a moment causing him to scream loudly in protest. Well this one wasn’t… broken it seemed not that he thought this was a good thing anymore. God it was so loud! He was greatful that his apparent daughter at least wasn’t a loud mouth like his son. A son. He was happy he had one and unlike the daughter was certain right away it was his. The brown on him reminded him of his father, and the white on his ears again his own mother wanted to invade his children’s genetics but his own was there, another half tail of gold. He guessed he could run away now, but he couldn’t they were his and never could he leave a damsel in distress.

Giving a deep defeated sigh he figured he could start by getting her into a den. Not far he saw the hole in the log that surely was the den she was trying to go for before the pups couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped himself under her very carefully navigating around his two children. He didn’t like the idea of leaving one in the grass but it wasn’t like he had enough room in his mouth for two and what was suprising.

”Why is she soooo heavy, dear lord woman.” He grumbled under his breath slipping under her and getting her onto his back as best he could. He figured his son would be the one to tough it out for a moment, plus he was loud enough that Amu figured he could find him again versus the quite little girl. Picking up the little girl in maw he started towards the den. This was ridiculously hard and stupid. Why was he even bothering?