he lays, washing the pups and nudging them to their mother with a cautious eye to natu to be sure that she did not struggle as he heard that everlyse had done - so small, these women, compared to their old men. it makes him ache in his chest. ifrit was in such a state after that that he had had the gall to accuse the black beta of their number of siring the little camilla, brawling with him for a day before he had killed a wolverine and seemed sated and sane once more. it was only luck that did not inspire a blood match between them, and resting here with the love of his heart and the balm of his wounds made it all worth the pain and strife.
“Every day we must remember how they are because they will grow every day. I do not want them to grow,” his mate groans, but then she is at stiff attention and he curses himself for not warning of the approaching duo that appears beside and slightly behind him. it is the healer and a younger wolf that seems a little uneasy. “Friends of the Mountain, I am Haziel Alchemist, healer of Asteraia along with my Student, Prince Viserys, do you need any help?” haziel says, and it is just the formality that he expected from the head healer of the pack in which these dens found safe haven. the wolf had not been more than two dens down and it surprised him that his mate had not heard-- he looks to her, but finds her settling and he chocks it up to birthing madness. the senses of a mother were never weaker than in the splitting pains of birth; this was why men were best taught to remain outside the den. friend or foe, you would meet fang if you were too near in the process of bringing life into the world, after all.
the introduction was not so pleasant for the prince, but fenrir did understand a bit of that contempt of title. when he was young, he often felt much the same until it became clear that in moladion, rank and blood ties and royalty all could open doors that would have otherwise remained shut. viserys, he imagined, would learn. “Welcome Haziel and Prince Viserys. I am Natu, mate of Fenrir. We were too far from my home when my contractions came on but Fenrir assured met at your alphas would not mind my presence here. You may come in, if you can find room. I would like very much something to sleep and if you have something to help the soreness I would not be opposed to such. They were a heavy burden to carry and to deliver. A beloved burden, but still,”
fenrir nods, “it is as she says. i have to admit that my knowledge of your presence for my brother’s mate was partly the reason for my taking her further into asteraia than was perhaps entirely proper. please do not mind me… if it will give you better room, i will lay behind my mate.” but he does not wait to be bid. he moves immediately, tucking behind her against the wall so the large male and young prince could enter with less impediment. “apprentice viserys, i noticed you were not fond of your introduction,” his soft, rumbling of a voice started. “being a prince is nothing to be ashamed of. i am honored that a son of iblis and rhae would care for my mate and children… and your dedication to a craft beyond merely striving to a throne is only more honorable for your station. you could have been complacent, but you are not. haziel has only made sure that you are given your due respect.”.
his smile is strangely kind, unusual when offered to someone other than his brothers or mate. he lays his head down then, fallen prince himself, and leaves the healers to his mate and their own devices.
FENRIR
the dragonborn ; of scotavia
male | 18 years | 37 inches | 150 pounds
tactician of the fantastic four | mate of natu
father of : arthfael, alistair, alexander, ankh (x natu)
sire of : weylin (x charlemagne), taliesin (x doe)
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