Orra has once told him children were a blessing, something gifted from the great moon; various souls from her kingdom of stars to finally be released and roam the lands below until they were to return. He had never thought much about children, for his past declared them insults, things to be removed though he had never harmed a child like the others. It is the sight of Daenerys' own bundles that make him think her words are true, that children were gifts to be treasured. Even if not by his blood he feels connected to them on the level that he cares for their mother. She had been so kind to him despite his morbid appearance and it seemed the father had yet to arrive and he could not stand to know she was alone. So pushing aside his nerves he has yet to leave her, either sticking close outside or at the mouth; decorating it like some ornament. He wanted to be here for her, to let her know he would take care of her should she need it. Always.

Orange eyes look towards the rabbit carcass he had brought just a few minutes ago, his breaths still slightly heavy from the chase but the reward of making sure she is fed and strong to take care of the children is far more pleasing than gorging on it himself alone. She had yet to demand his leave and he had yet to ask permission to stay, so perhaps she maybe enjoyed his company just as much as he did her's. As he lays sprawled out just within the entrance, scarred face resting upon his paws while orange eyes watch her and the growing children, he knows the days of rest and relaxation are coming to an end their growth meaning soon their little feet would demand exploration and he would be there to watch every one or so he hopes. As a small grin forms at the encouraging sounds.

It is as he watches them a foreign scent stains his lungs as it drives him up, body turning to face the den as another climbs the ascent to where they rest. Hackles rise slightly, unsure who was coming yet in no position to outright be hostile. Daenerys held many family and friends he was coming to realize and he could not bare to snap at one in fear it would anger her, though he would protect her from those unwanted should she deem so. The closer he gets the more his skin seems to crawl, that is until he hears the familiarity in the tone of the new male and he relaxes slightly. As he quickly glances back to his friend before stepping out to meet this new face.

Orange eyes asses the smaller male and all his colors, scarred face never shifting from his sight as a slight smile takes his lips and a wave of the tail announces friendly intentions. "Hello there." The deep timbre of his voice causes his chest to slightly vibrate. "She is home, resting at the moment.." He pauses, before a garbled chuckle escapes. "Though I do not think the children will allow it much longer." As his smile widens at the mention of the little princes and princess. As he stands between him and the den, a layer of security should Daenerys need it, though he assumes he is one who will be welcomed since he had made it through the borders when he himself did not smell of the mountain.

"I am Jericho.." He says cautiously almost, "And you are?" The mention of his name still makes him cringe, afraid someone would recognize it though so far the only who knew of his past was the sister who wanted him gone and he doubted she would spread words of his arrival not when she thought him as dead already. Soon does he turn to peek back into the den, ears honed on the stranger while orange eyes asses within. Unsure if she had heard the visitor his own words spill as if to wake her gently should she still be resting. "Daenerys. Someone has come to see you." Shifting back to look at the male with a soft smile, as he waits to hear his queen awaken. The sounds of the pups within soothing his nerves.

Is this the end i feel?

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SEVEN - MATE: NONE - IMPRINT: NONE - OF SPIRANE