I do not wait for permission to enter. As far as I am concerned, the right to them is mine and mine alone in this moment. I smell Renai and I smell the arrival, and I am quick to jog across the spring fields until I arrive at what I can only assume is her den. It is no longer just the scent of after birth and fluid but rather the distinct stench of blood. Fresh, warm, ebbing from the den like a tide. I linger outside the den's vicinity, my nose pressed against the earth almost as I inhale the richness of blood. It is a tempting scent, I cannot pretend otherwise. I am almost curious as to what condition I will find her in. If she dies, it will be a bother, though if she does, it is almost proof in itself that the children should not thrive.

A yowl echoes from the den soon enough. It is a sound that makes my skin prickle with anticipation, a familiar feeling that reminds me of the moments before I had taken to Amir and Tesseract. It is a raw emotion - pain, and dare I say even fear. I cannot help but sneer in amusement, though I approach the den finally to satisfy my curiosity. The blood is still as omnipotent as before. Through the darkness, I watch the pale form that is Renai shift about and yet, it stops soon enough. She simply stops. She lays still, silent now. How strange. If she cannot refuse me, however, then I suppose it is my right to enter and see what she has done.

Slowly, I lower myself into the den's mouth. I stay close to the walls, allowing light to pass from behind me and illuminate the scent before me. She lays there almost wrapped in blood, and I cannot help but notice the slight pink tone to the whelps' fur. It is them that I pay attention to, however. I see Renai's ribs rise and fall - she is still breathing. Where she bleeds from and why is not my concern. She has never made it my concern, at least. Instead, they are. I watch them closely as they feed, their squeaks and yips a sound most obnoxious. It is hard to believe that even I had been so pathetic once. Still, they are mine.

I move to the smaller one initially. She is drastically smaller even at such a tender age, and I poke at her with my nose, investigating her limbs and body. Despite her size, she seems to move normally. There is no immediate defect, at least. Time will tell if the ears and eyes form correctly, and just how well she might deal if that is the case. Her colour, on the other hand, is a suspicious thing. Such colours do not exist within my family, after all. Still, she is acceptable. In time, I suppose Renai will give her a name for she is clearly of her blood, not of mine.

I move, then, to the other. Another female. Larger this time, and just as active as the other. She is vehemently uninterested in my prodding, refusing to release her mother's teat before I finally nose her away from it. Her limbs seem to work for she is quick to begin squirming her way back. Again, everything... appears to be where it is supposed to be. Her colour, however, is why I settle on her now. She is of me, undoubtedly, and of Ava too. Cloaked in a grey, it seems, and patch worked in white. She is of me. She will receive no special treatment for such a thing, but today, she will receive a name at least. A suitable name.

"Nunc tu es Eloah."

Now you are Eloah. I speak the words openly, sliding my gaze towards Renai as I say such a thing. I am not sure how... here she is, but nonetheless, I have made my request known. If she hears it then that is good - if not, I will be waiting. For now, I shift backwards, returning to my post outside the den's mouth. I will wait and see what happens, and whether these children will be suitable to remain here on this earth.