Winter had come and nearly gone, and thankfully there was no talk of any more puppies. Last winter had been a little painful to say the least, Malina wasn’t exactly the most graceful or benevolent pregnant female Rogue knew but the red hooded fem adored her mate and the children that followed in Spring. Surprisingly as it sounded. It still didn’t mean she didn’t hate parasites, hardly, she just hated all but her own. This time at least. Magnus and Alphonse both appeared to be failures well Alcmene, Mana and Los certainly were not. All three of them were beautiful and were very tough little creatures. What else would come from Malina after all? The female smiled contentedly at that. She knew her children were growing thus she allowed them their space, she liked it when they weren’t fussing at each other around the den anyway.

The loud noise though that split the air cause the demoness’ whole form to ripple and stand. The panicked cries generally would have been ignored to be someone else’s problem, unless maybe it persisted long enough to annoy her, but not this one. The little yelps were in an all too familiar voice of her eldest daughter. Alcmene! Her Alcmene, her child! The black form stood quickly her form racing over the river pack land toward the source of her child’s call. What a change that set on Rogue with this litter compared to the last, but the female was not about to let her daughter be alone. The cries no matter how little would be responded too.

She found herself at the rocky outcrop, trained paws finding moving over the icy rocks, claws digging into the surface as she made her way to the location of her little child’s call. Her poisonous green eyes found the little form hanging from the precipice half her little body suspended in water while her upper half was clinging for dear life. Not hesitating the black fem wrapped her large jaws around the neck of her child pulling her up, not particularly gently but not hard enough to be considered painful either. She never was a soft mouthed wolf.

Only these pups and Malina instilled such selfless instincts into the demoness, carrying her quickly growing child away from the edge and plopping her unceremoniously on the ground. ”My little moon you should be more careful, being in that nasty water will kill you if you have fallen in when it is so cold.” A gentle creature to her daughters apparently, she was much rougher on Los, but then again she still didn’t sugar coat it for the little pale girl. He eyes found the emerald and turquoise of her daughter and gave a few very rough licks over her damp back end attempting to wisk the cold water off her child’s pelt before the cold really sunk into her flesh. ”Did someone shove you in? I will kill them.” Cause clearly it couldn’t have been only Alcmene’s fault she had been so clumsy.


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