he lays at the mouth of the den because he is polite and he does not wish to crowd her, not hardly because he is like any of his brothers in demeanor. he was the least of them, and certainly not the commanding force of alice herself. “Herschel and Halo.” she says, with a pause to nudge to the pups she means, and he fidgets only more for the intriguing aspect of their names. Fenrir’s mate also had chosen names of same-letter beginnings. it made him strangely comforted. “Nothing went wrong, they appear to be perfectly healthy, and here we are.”
she is quiet and he finds he is glad she is, natu and everlyse likely resting and not in need of interruption after far harder birthing than his mate had just passed through. he is proud of his two, glad to not have sired four in lieu of what it would mean - for all that his brothers were proud, he imagined it might grow rather hectic here in the coming months. ten pups… only what is this?
delya, the stranger who had left at the birth of ifrits children, has returned. this time, however, with a little bundle of fur. she stops and wuffs past the ball of fluff, seamus looking up at her from the grass, but hardly concerned by her sidling to the entry when alice was perfectly capable of punishing uninvited visitors. “Aunt Alice, can I come in? I found her, she was abandoned, I couldn’t just… just leaver her there.” delya offers, he knows who she is because the shadow grin has ears in many nooks and crannies.
“You may let her in, Seamus. This is Delya, my niece.” and he turns his head to the female beside him, “delya. beta of asteraia, steward, friend of everlyse -- though that word seems insufficient -- child of tarquin and hush, raised by men and gypsies. i am a collector of stories, even if my imprint forgets. your fathers were known to me. they served my adopted father, fenrir’s sire, bahamut, for a time.”
but he does not move for her, for he had not blocked the large entrance by half, as small as he was. he merely lays his head back to the grassy floor outside the den, nose being the only thing breaching the sanctity of that haven.
the female ushers the pup into the den, then, and he finds himself rather fond of the curious manner in which she had begun to stare at those around her. “what is she called? i will sing her name with the names of my sons to mother moon when her eye is fully awakened.” and it is clear, at least for seamus, that this is an important rite to be offered. no one cared to know much of religions in moladion, save for the religion of white versus black among the warring bloodlines… but this was a part of nanrua that he would teach to at least those children who would continue the legacy of the first borns of the first packs of this land before the time of the cataclysm.
SEAMUS
the shadow-grin ; of ferrine
male | 18 years | 33 inches | 130 pounds
bard of the fantastic four | imprint of alice
father of : herschel, halo (x alice)
sire of : finley (x feather)
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