MY HEART'S RACING, TRYING TO CATCH UP TO YOU

He is not far from the den site, trying his best to keep things as Chernobyl wanted them, his training had nothing to do with child-birth nor to do with raising the children and already he was not on a good road for being father of the year. It was just so hard with so many all at once... now though, most of them had grown up and moved on, or in the sad case of Adalmund, taken from them far to early. Don't get me wrong, he knows that Israfel and Aldonza are not his by blood but he loved them just as he loved Apollo and Sable, or Avery and Aelfgar. He had looked at them all in turn as they had been born and he had cherished every moment he had with them. But life is not about the here and now. It is about prepairing for the future, and now that ment getting the den ready for her return and the children that she bore them.

He didn't like it when she went out alone, perhaps that was the worry in him from the last time she had given birth, he had tried to follow her as much as possible without seeming to stalker-like he just wanted her to be safe. This, this right here... his own adoptive father had warned him about this right here. Love. A thing that no assassin should ever get mixed up in. Assassin's were not born, they were crafted. Out of hardened steel and the resolve to go along with the tasks that they had been made to deal with. Death after all, was not an easy thing to deal with. Though right about now he'd rather be in (what seemed to him to be this long) a season long fight with the male that had slipped his grip one more time, he did not like to worry. Worry was something that ate away at the heart and though he had proclaimed to Skully on numerous occasions when females had thrown themsevles at the pair, he had no heart, there was no room in the life of an assassin to have a heart.

And yet she had found his. Some how, without knowing it the two wolves had been thrust together. Deep into a love triangle that had sent shivers down a normal wolf, but had sent earthquakes through his very being. He didn't understand how he could care for one female the way he did, let alone two and with his other lady gone he now only had Cher to bathe in love and adoration. It was a strange thing. Death was something that he could deal with, but a missing wolf... one that he cared about... he wasn't quiet sure how to deal with that either.... it is as his name is called out that he halts all progress in his actions. What is he doing? getting her more meat that is, a few hares already lay on the ground and he was just finishing up stripping the flesh from one of them, so it is with a startled yelp that he gets up on all fours quickly and makes his way to the den hopeful that she had made it there and if not he would have to search for her.

He makes it into the den when the second of the pups is brought into this world, there is a pungent scent in the air, blood. It makes his own belly flop. He listens carefully to her breathing and judging by the harshness of it he moves to the second opening of the vastly growing den. Digging quickly into the closed off doorway to grab at the bags within, he hears her talking to him, muffled but he knows she is talking to him "It sounds beautiful," he says to the wall as he crawls into the cache he had created for this exact reason. His mouth grabbing at various bags in turn, there was but a mer few centimeters between where Cher was in the den's network of passages and himself, so it was much easier now to hear what she was saying, naming their children.

He shuffles himself out of the tiny den rump first and when he is free of the dirt that rained down on him in the initial entrance to it's tiny interior he again races to the other side. "Damn rats, I knew they were getting into the storage room" he silently cuss's himself for not trying to make it better prepaired. All of his things have been gotten into and he nods to her when she asks what he would name the last of their litter of pups, he looks down to see "What a handsome lad he surely is, we'll have to warn the other mothers about this one" he said with a deep chuckle as he inspected the lad as well as the other two pups, "I think Lucem would be a nice strong name, do you like it my dear?" he asks as he looks out again at the pile of skins with holes in them. She says they need Meryl and he had hoped to be able to deal with whatever malady would confront them this time around like he'd been able to last time and let Meryl have a moment to himself perhaps. But it was not to be.

"In this, I believe you are most assuradly correct, have no fear love I will find him" he says as he bends himself utterly in half and exits the den only to lift his head and call out for Meryl a few swift hurried barks as he moves to remove the remants of the skins from where he'd left them and make a better path through all of the bones and such "In future... we should probably be rid of these before Meryl comes though... I don't know if he understands your customs quiet like I do" he says as he enters the den and lays down with his head upon his paws, nose to her own, finding that she is not all together there he pokes at her softly "No no love, you must wake up, please my dear... you must stay awake" he continues to gently prod at her so that she may stay awake atleast until Meryl gets here to help her out. Oh where was he? Small whines leave his lips as he peeks his head up slightly to look upon the nursing pups to make sure that they where alright.

"talks like this"