He pulled himself forward he could hear the cries of his son in his ears and didn’t like leaving him there like that. He had to hurry and get this blasted woman to her den so he could go and get him. She had to go and not give birth in her den and get all passed out and bleed everywhere. He honestly was worried, really worried and he would be damned if no one comes to take care of her and he was forced to be embarrassed by trying to seek out one of the healers in the lands. He hadn’t gotten too far away when he heard a strange change in the sound of the cries of the child he had left. He turned to check on him, he felt his daughter squirm helplessly in his maw still soundless so silent so nice compared to her brother yet it was his voice that alarmed him.

Amutaq turned to see a female heading towards him his small helpless brown son in maw. Instincts at first caused his hackles to raise but some sort of fear twinkled behind as he watched her hold him. He froze staring at her feeling somewhat helpless and oddly enough annoyed about feeling that way. As she drew closer though he waited, hazel eyes on her drinking in her every aspect her every smell. She was an older woman, one he thought he recognized very vaguely but he did. He didn’t know how though, she was a strange woman probably older than his mother even but he didn’t think she meant the child any harm and she smelled of healing herbs that he remembered clinging so strongly to his mother’s pelt when he was just a child. Of course it appears she has… much for finesse than he does when it comes to carrying puppies carrying the boy delicately by the scruff for the first time Amutaq thinks he doesn’t hear the thing whining since he laid eyes on him. Thank god. Least that was something.

It was clear she was a Taviora healer, keen on her senses or something, here to check on Zeteri knowing she was so close to birth. Part of him wondered why it was she didn’t hunt him down and kill him while she wasn’t completely fat an able, she certainly chased him out of their little cavorting spot fast enough the following morning and he always did have a thing for the more fiery females. Either way, the female motions for the black male to follow her and he simply does, it wasn’t like he could really do anything about it… Or run away or anything.

Amutaq follows her in the smell of the den unmistakably Zeteri’s her scent is so strong and he had to resist taking a deep inhale of the perfume. He rolled his body close to the ground allowing the female to fall off before setting the little girl next to her. Stepping back and looking at the two children again with their mother. Sooooo what next? Good deed done healer was there he could just go right? Yeah that sounded pretty good. He was about to turn when the soft voice of the elder female reached his ears causing him put a smile on his maw trying to hide every ounce of concern and the ‘I really don’t want to be here’ face.

The female explained her condition and said she would take care of her, good, like he thought he could just go and again he stretched one of his white toed paws to start walking out the door no harm done when she stated the little things needed cleaned more and asking if he was the father.

Guilt showed on his face as the smile just flew off like a startled dove. Was it so hard to believe he was just a random passerby? Did he want to sell this female some bullshit story about him coming here simply to request his little gypsy troupe stay? Oh dear god the ladies in his group would not let him down if they found out about this, and Zeteri. Dear lord was he screwed in more ways then he could count if they found out about one another. It wasn’t like he was that way with any of them, it wasn’t to say he wouldn’t mind some extra lady attention but he respected the girls not to do anything with them. Perhaps some, like Spirit, might be happy for him? But he could see the look in d’Mani and that crazy grey fem he kept running into’s faces now. Ugh. Especially his scar faced friend. He couldn’t leave them though, as much as he didn’t want them to be his he couldn’t deny all the similarities they held to his blood and his own markings. Dammit….

”Yeah…. I um guess? I dunno for sure though.” He decidedly mumbled not really wishing to stir tales regardless of how true it may have been. ”I guess I could try cleaning them.” He stated not at all keen on the idea yet, but based on her knowing look it wasn’t like she couldn’t already tell one way or another with her healing voodoo magic or something.

Pulling the boy first he looked down at him pursing his lips slightly and almost steeling himself before starting to lick the child perhaps a bit too roughly. Of course more whining of the child insued causing Amutaq’s ears to fall back but he continued to clean the child until he was completely blood spot free. Gross, but honestly as much as he wanted to complain it wasn’t all that bad. ”They always so… loud?” He said flatly before grabbing his little girl. It occurred to him he had no idea if they had names or what, not that it mattered they were deaf, blind squirming potatoes right now and didn’t care about anything other than suckling and being warm anyway.

He began licking the girl, desiding he liked her silence a lot more though he would have sworn all puppies were decidedly nosy. He could see her maw open and close like her brother’s yet no noise. ”What’s wrong with her?” Amutaq asks genuine concern etching into his voice as he looked over his daughter. ”I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like that she isn’t screaming bloody murder like him, but shouldn’t she be?” He wonders a loud looking to the healer. He still thought she was familiar, very familiar in fact but how…? He couldn’t have known that she was a Magistor with his mother Brooke and at least knew of his father Amorak seeing as he had fun getting beat up. For sure Moth knew of his sister, Malina, though he just didn’t have the chance to put all these things together. He was just a child back in Trenus after all and only lived there for a short while before going off on his own adventures.