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He had found the blood and membrane tissues in the snow that still clung to the plains during the first days of spring. And he knew he was not the first, following a trail of footprints not only Jaidah's, the other male's scent inciting a disgusting taste to roll over his tongue. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for this other male that when treaded alongside Jaidah he could not discern was her father, when he reached the narrow path leading out to the cliff wall birthing den, Reaver could go no further. For a time he paced at its head, scratching up the earth and sniffing at the scents that had passed through there. Eventually he grew bored of it, casting his green striated gaze down the impassable trail one last time before turning his tail on it and loping back into the more central areas of the pack land.
Time passed, and he scarcely saw Jaidah, though he smelled fresh traces of her scent coming and going through the green again pastures of Asteraia. She avoided him, and rightly so for if he'd managed to get a hold of her he would have occupied her time in ways to prevent her from returning to the helpless whelps that so stole her attention. The longer she stayed away, the more irate he became, and he was reminded of all those times stalking through the grotto to only catch a whiff of her temptress scent. He clawed at the walls of the den they had made here, growls rumbling in his belly in the only darkness that could be found among the plains - underground.
Three weeks had come and gone since she had birthed the litter. It was far sooner than when he had gone to first meet Gehenna and Widow. But his patience was tried. He returned to the woodlands, where he and Tobias had killed the wolf Sabre, digging up a nearby cache of the remaining meat and gorging himself on it in the dull light of evening. His nostrils flared as he consumed the meat, those words prickling at the back of his mind;
Tobias eat before son. Alyx. Elijah. Tobias. Alyx. Elijah. Tobias. It worked him up into a fury and he savagely devoured the last of the cache before turning and loping back towards the plains.
When he reached their den, a fit of snarls and gnashing of teeth ensued as he began to pace outside its entrance. He wanted Jaidah, and he would look upon his new pups this day. If one was not fit, it would feed the others. Finally Reaver halted, lifting his jaws skyward and loosing a baying howl, calling to Jaidah. It was time to move the pups out of the birthing den and into their home. He demanded to see them, whether she had to carry each one or if they would walk on their own. Today, they would come to their Dread Father for inspection.
ooc; jaidah reply first, please, then the pups can come in any order. c:
REAVER
EIGHT - 42 IN/216 LBS - CASANOVA - ASTERAIA - TOBIAS x AALIYAH