Pups! Oh, pups… They are coming and I can sense it. Banshee is due very soon and it seems my heart beats faster and faster each moment this thought returns to my mind. Nervousness grew each day. Don’t take me wrong it is not that I don’t like pups or don’t like to be a father it is just that I had never been one before. Would I be a good father, would the pups like me? Would they have a good future? How do I educate my own son or daughter? Would it be different than teaching other pups how to hunt or how to fight? So many questions, so many things. I already wanted to give them the best and do my best for them and they weren’t even born!

I have to relax. Easy, they will come soon, but there is no need to stress, right? They will be our pups and it couldn’t be better. Even the thought of calling them daughter, son. Oh! How amazing!

Paws carrying my form towards the woodlands, my home before Taviora. It is a very good place and very comfortable. Can’t be compared to a pack, but it is quite a place to live. I only wanted to see the place a last time, it brings memories of a few things that happened in my life. But as I was walking the call of Banshee is heard. My ears prick. Banshee? What is she doing here? It was all I could think before bolting in the direction of the call.

Once I arrived there, my form approached the form of my Banshee, curled, my ears fell backwards. Was she hurt? There was no scent of blood in the air or anything. I looked at her and approached slowly, panting a little.

- Is everything alright?

I asked, approaching her form when suddenly a scent reached my nostrils, a sweet scent and really a happy scent. The scent of puppy. She? Did.. There was no blood, she… Confusion floods my head and I looked down to see a small form close to my Banshee. A small pup. There was a little surprise in my eyes and surely she would notice, but it wasn’t a bad surprise. It felt amazing, it felt great. Banshee had taken a small pup. My love has such a good heart. I smiled. Head turning from side to side in search of anybody, someone who was the father or mother to this pup. Was this pup abandoned?

”I am your prince charming”

.Attu