I am coming back from my rounds during the night training with Heyel. I've spent every night with him and every day with my mate and mother of my unborn children. I know the time is drawing near. She grows bigger with every day and thought she retains her beauty, I am starting to see the benefits of being in love and not having children. Haw can she like getting so big that she can't even walk straight? How can she like the raging hormones that haunt me during my time with her? She whines for attention one minute and growls at me the next to stay away. It's just so hard to keep up with it all! Some times I have to get away just to patrol the borders, just to get a breather from it all. But I always return to her because I don't feel whole unless she's beside me.

This morning already feels different. I finished my rounds early with Heyel and dismissed myself to go clean up. Something tells me I need to be with her and I'm following those instincts. I clean the dirt and grime from my coat, exhilarating in this grooming session I get to have every morning as the disguise comes off my body and I am back to being the gold, white, and black heir of Diveen with an angel's nose. My tri colored eyes glisten in the rising sun as I trot eagerly toward our den, only to find it empty. My eyes widen and my pulse starts racing. I have no reason to believe she was taken by force or anything but where the hell is she? She couldn't have gone far. Her movements are too impeded by the fatness that our children have decided to torment her with. I whine as I start the hunt.

An hour or so later, I've managed to pick up her trail and I stick to it diligently. At some point I'd thought about recruiting help from any one of my soon to be loyal subjects but instead I decide to go it alone cause I'm just going to have to dismiss them in a hurry once I find her cause I never want to share that time I have with her. I'm an assassin in training. I can find a damn wolf by myself. Shaking my head, I pick up the pace and soon I'm loping through Diveen, following her scent toward the cliffs. I don't know what she's doing over here on this side of the pack lands. She's already gone a lot further than I thought she would. My question is, why? I whine again as I try to find a way down into the ravines because that's where her scent goes. What is she doing down there? Hopefully she didn't fall. My heart leaps to my throat with such a thought.

Finally I find a way down that's semi safe and try to hunt down her trail again. It's harder down here with less foliage and stuff to hold a scent. I whine and whimper in frustration as I try again and again when suddenly a blood curdling cry echoes in my ears. Vega! My head snaps up and I whimper again as I take off through the ravines. I don't even know if this was the right direction but now I'm on a warpath, the pain in her cries giving me speed as panic rises in my throat. Why is she in pain? Did she fall? Did she hurt herself? I keep pushing myself faster and faster. Another cry sounds off after some time, louder and more painful than the first. I throw my head back as I run, howling my own inner pain to the heavens as I race to find her. Please don't die on me, Vega. Please.

The scent of blood starts to tease my nose and I have a feeling I'm getting close but my heart is hammering in my chest with panic and I feel nausea in the pit of my gut. As the scent grows stronger, I race through some caverns, the sunlight pouring over my fur and yet this time I don't dance in the light, thinking of my beauty and originality. This time, I can only think of Vega. Finally I see a mass of fur ahead, barely moving and I cry out in a panic.

"Vega!"

I race to her but she's not responding, her sides moving but barely. I feel sick from all the blood in the air and around her. She's bleeding so much... I try to figure out where her wound is but then I see the wiggling masses of blood by her stomach. What the...?! I jump in my shock, eying them with suspicion as they move against her. Are they...biting her? I look closer, my nose wrinkling up at the strong smell of blood. They are grabbing her teats and making whining noises and... The reality suddenly hits me. She gave birth. But out here? What the hell was she thinking?? I look back at her face, so peaceful in rest but I have a feeling she's going to need help. I look back at the...pups? They don't even resemble wolves with all the gore still sticking to them. I nuzzle at Vega's forehead and lick her cheek.

"Don't worry, love. I'll get help."

I turn toward where I came, determined to get Meryl here as fast as I can but then I look back at the pups. They just look so...well, embarrassing. I kind of don't want anyone to see them like that. Should I hide them? Something tells me that's not really the fatherly thing to do. Fine, I guess I'll have to....clean them. Just the thought makes my nose wrinkle again but after debating with myself over and over, I lean toward the first pup, my tongue extended. The first few tastes are absolutely awful. I choke and gag and spit but keep licking. Finally the first pup looks at least presentable. You can tell where his head and his butt are and you can even see the colors in his fur. He's actually not half bad looking.

After another hour or so of diligent labor, I have cleaned the other two pups as well and all of them look much more like wolves. They've settled down from their meal and are getting ready to sleep but I'm still worried about Vega. I have to get her help. I nuzzle her again.

"Be back in a flash, babe."

I whisper in her ear before I launch toward the way I came. I feel like I'm flying, as fast as I'm going and I wonder if the training with Heyel has actually boosted my speed. It certainly feels like it. As I get out of the ravines, I race for the center of the pack, sure that someone will be there. I start calling out.

"Help! Help! I need a healer!"

Not my best moments but I am determined not to lose my mate.

{Kane x Isola} {5 years} {Diveen's Heir} {Vega's Heart}
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