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No sooner had his call faded from the skies than Reaver had begun to pace back and forth before the den once more. He grew petulant as he waited, teeth gnashing at the empty air and claws digging deep into the soft soil of the plains. Then, as he turned to tread the line he had worn in the earth once more, his eyes fell upon her. She hurried her movements as their eyes met, and his lips pulled back in a satisfactory snarl that only she would understand to be pleasure rather than anger. The growl that rumbled from within his chest was almost like a purr as she licked at the bottom of his jaw. Menacing eyes followed her as she ran her bodice along his, and he nipped at the meat of her hindquarters as they came within reach. He would have gladly engaged in one of their full out sessions of dominating one another and drawing blood for the sheer pleasure of it, but rather than bite back at him Jaidah simply came to stand at his side, motioning out towards the pups that he only now noticed arrived in her wake.
She spoke their names - Shaddix and Balor, their first sons, and Raum, another daughter. He was pleased on sight with the appearance of Shaddix, a white base stained with red. Even at such a young age Reaver could tell this one was built strong. Balor seemed almost an inverted coloration to all of the prior pups, a diluted russet coloration sprinkled through with white. Closer inspection would be necessary for that one. A single ear flicked to the side as he heard Gehenna arrive, watching from a distance. When she and Widow had been pups he'd had his doubts about her, but she'd proved him wrong. But when his eyes fell upon Raum all bets were off. Familiar, venomous green eyes looked boldly up into his face as she stepped forward first among her litter. Immediately Reaver's lips pulled back and violent snarls bubbled through his teeth. It was like the truth was staring him plain in the face, but he refused to believe it. That wolf with whom he had hunted in the woods seemed to glare at him from the eyes of his daughter. And for a moment he jumped to the conclusion that Jaidah had managed to slip from his grips during the winter, that this child was not his own.
But as he lowered his nose to the brave girl his nostrils flared and he knew her to be his. Her perfume was unique, but it was equal parts Jaidah and Reaver. Huffing a hot breath over his face, he was about to push her over in much the same way as he had done to Widow upon their first meeting, but she made the first move. Her tiny black nose shoved up and into the corner of his mouth and a sickening feeling overcame him. Swallowing back the urge to give up what was already his, teal eyes stained with green glared down at her as she shoved once more, and finally Reaver was forced to turn aside and regurgitate part of his meal. A small, steaming pile of partially digested meat appeared before the girl, and as she dove towards it Reaver clicked his jaws at her, ensuring she remember who had brought her her first meat. And lupine meat none the less. There is the slightest glimmer of approval in his eyes, though, for much like him, she refused to ask for what was hers.
The Dread Father's attention then turned towards his two sons, lips peeling back once more as he stepped forward, away from the Night Mother and their third daughter. He placed himself between Raum and the boys, eyes narrowing in speculation. His head was lifted slightly, out of reach of demanding noses. Suddenly he swiped a massive, white paw at them, hoping to put one or both of them on their backs so that he could get a proper look at them.
REAVER
EIGHT - 42 IN/216 LBS - CASANOVA - ASTERAIA - TOBIAS x AALIYAH