She was so cute rolling about with that round belly in the air. He couldn’t help but touch it, poke and prod and wonder how many and of what gender they were. Ragnarok knew by her swollen form she was not far off from delivering them. She certainly couldn’t grow much larger after all and it had been several weeks since her revealing that she was pregnant and they had expanded and cleaned the den to officially turn it to their own. As he rubbed her stomach he could feel them turning about within and felt her own fangs nibbling lightly at his paws before she spoke once more. He was a little surprised at that looking back to her stomach and giving it one more soft touch before pulling away so that she might regain her paws.

She needed the room it was quite funny to watch the small, overly plump fem attempt to roll to her paws and all the grunting and huffing didn’t help. Figuring instead of inwardly laughing at her he moved forward giving her a little push to finally roll her back to her feet again before moving his face to her back so that he might finally help her and give her some relief from her little back itch. Of course she had to get plenty dirty first but it wasn’t as if he minded at all anyway. He nibbled in to her back all up and down to her every whim and movement chuckling as he did so. She seemed to feel better before she seemed to change her demeanor.

He stopped pulling back and giving her a questioning look blinking his bright blue and platinum speckled eyes at her before she started pacing around moving about laying down again. Was something wrong? He had never been present for a birth before and something in his chest, be it her instincts channeling through their bond or his own were telling him maybe it was time for the children to come. A worried look crossed his visage and he began to approach her to give her any comfort he could give when she growled at him. The silver ears on his head flatted immediately at the sound and he backed out and away as he disappeared into the lower confines of the birthing part of their little den. He wanted to follow her but he had only taken one step forward before a growl left him standing there staring blankly and somewhat helplessly unable to deny her wishes though he simply laid there and waited.

All the whines and cries within were enough to drive a man mad. He could hear her panting her her whines of pain and snarls and everything but she didn’t want him down there, surely she would call if she needed him. He was thinking it had to be time but he always pictured himself there at her side not shoved out of the den left to pace and worry at its entrance. Ragnarok could almost feel the pain wracking through her himself, and constantly was trying to shake it off and stop himself to rush to his imprints side. The silvery male knew he couldn’t help her, not now there was nothing he could do and it would be against her wishes and be her in way should he deny them. He could smell the birth, the scent was unforgettable and strong, blood was there but a little was normal in a birth he thought. A low whine came from his thought laying down and staring into the darkness unable to see what was going on. Every once in a while he would stand up and pace about before sitting or lying at the entrance again casting a careful glance around. He hoped she was okay in there.

It felt like forever that he waited, when all the noise subsided he could hear the small soft whines of pups within when finally he heard her. His little light wanted him. He moved almost warily down into the den, tail waving at his heels as he moved down the tall entrance stopping at the end to allow his eyes to fall upon the form of his heart and soul curled around four rather healthy looking children all suckling greedily. Four, so many but perhaps not all that bad, at the very least they would have siblings to play with unlike himself. A smile crossed his maw as he continued towards her. He paused looking over all the mixed forms, from the child of white that so resembled his mother’s side of the family to the golds of Church and to his own silver a wonderful combination and all of them his blood his children. He was just as protective of them as she was, if not more so for it was his own and her will that dictated the feeling that welled up inside of him. Her words though soft elicited a soft nuzzle to the side of her neck before he moved behind her curling up around her as he normally would before they would sleep.

”Yes my Little Light, and they are beautiful. Now get your rest… we shall talk of what to call them once you are feeling better.” He said laying his head upon the floor so that she may lay her own upon his watching the small forms wriggle about at their mothers stomach. Such wonderful things they have created with their love and nothing would ever take them away, not ever.