It is not long before they are both together. She senses him just as he senses her. It is the power of the bond that he could never deny. He was thrilled to see her and her dark form. She had grown so much since he last saw her- and he was well aware as to what happened to her. He did not move as she came to him quick, allowing her head to nuzzle him as he held the meager meal in his mouth. He could feel every single fair seem to tingle in joy at her touch, and his tail did break into a wag. It was in this moment that he knew and realized- that he could not stay in Diveen any longer. She is to be a mother, and although he knew she was strong and capable, he wanted to be there for his young. He would have to go where the fates tell him to go, to flow with the waters of life down from Diveen into the moors.

He would have to live in Iromar.

His eye is drawn to a movement in her side. It is subtle, and perhaps most would not even notice it as anything significant. Yet he sees it and feels it, like a strong connection that brings a soft whine to his throat and meat filled mouth. He knew she was aware of her own body, and that the time had come for her to bring forth life into this world. Without thought or hesitation he followed her. He was a male also swift on his paws, capable to keep up with the flame-touched mother-to-be. His blue eyes were fixed on her form, yet he did allow them to wander to the new surroundings. He was on edge, for it was a defensive time in many respects. He was an outsider here, Diveen's very own Adviser, and not only that, but he wanted to ensure no creature would threaten Vera or their coming children...and the marshes were an odd place indeed.

She hid herself away in the den she had chosen. It was a quite, well hidden location. He stood tall outside the den as she went in, lowering the meal to the ground. He knew she would want it later, to feed herself and her newborn pups. He knew that females usually wanted their space when birthing, and yet Vera was welcoming. He could feel her comfort with him, but during her labor he lay at the mouth of the den. He lay facing inward, looking into the darkness of the den and yet keeping watch for any who may get too close for comfort.

Yet the smell of blood and birth came to his nose eventually. He knew to enter and see the young that carried his very blood. Gently he scooted forward, blue eyes falling upon Vera's own blues before looking down at the two pups. His nose reached down to nudge each one gently. Girls. Both girls, one brown with hints of red, and the other black and blazing. He licked them affectionately, with Vera's words penetrating his concentration upon them.

He knew not of Demon culture, but he felt that what she was asking was right. She wished him to name the two girls. The names came easily from his tongue, almost like an ancient hymn.

"Belhara, woman of black and red. Najira, girl of forests and woods," he said with ease, his eyes resting on each girl that he named. His blues then wandered to Vera, curious if she approved of the names or wished for something different. He would do whatever she pleased, and a smile touched his muzzle as he dared to reach out to her own muzzle, to offer comfort from the pain and birthing and to rejoice in new life.

((I will post Belhara soon! I have her manip done, but it is saved in .psd and I don't have photoshop installed on this computer yet >.> ))