The Venomous Angel

“Well there is really no need for Haziel, lets not get excited. I attended Natu’s birth last season I am assured I can do it again and I heard you shouting.”

I muttered the words right back at the black male as I moved those last few strides towards the den, appearing from amongst the dunes and tussock grass with my small deerskin bag held between my lips, surely muffling the words somewhat as my ashen form strode forward. I’m not entirely sure who Haziel is, a cousin of mine I would assume by the name and yet despite popular opinion we Angels don’t always know every single family member as so many seem to believe we do. Either way I had already been on my way to Natu when her mate had called, my paws simply picking up the pace when his howl had risen, although truly I didn’t yet see any great cause of alarm, the air not tinged with copious amounts of blood as I have come to expect from the more emergency situations over the years. Honestly, if he had made me rush for nothing….

“Natu? It’s Hadrian.”

I spoke the words softly, easily, pausing briefly outside the den to assure the female had both heard and acknowledged my presence. After all, new Mother’s are so rarely welcoming if not given a moment to truly appreciate who is approaching them and I have no desire that my nose should be bitten off for sticking it anywhere she seemed to decide it didn’t belong. The sunset orange of my gaze continued to linger upon the place within the gloom of the den I knew the female to by lying, the scent of birth strong and yet the weak cries of her newborns and the sound of nursing assured me that at first glance at least, it would seem that little is wrong. When I became assured Natu was willing enough to allow my attentions I moved forward once more to enter the den itself.

“Fenrir- get out of the way.”

Honestly he was just in the way at this point and no my bedside manner is not fabulous but it never has been. I don’t have time to coddle everyone and honestly at my size most wolves tend to obey my command to cease to bother me and allow me to work- it was designed to be a warrior after all. I suppose I appreciated he was a new Father in this moment, but he had a veritable lifetime to spend with these puppies- he could give them up for a few moments to allow me to examine Natu, my lips moving to form a smile for her in the least as I proceeded to examine her a moment. Nothing had been torn in the least, that in itself was a positive thing, not to much blood, no significant swelling- if anything she was one of the better births this year.

“How do you feel Natu, you look well to me but you simply need to let me know if you feel otherwise within yourself. It is amazing, it your age, that you have had such a healthy birth though many of us believe Heyel watches over you and grants you these things.”

I smiled briefly once more, knowing well that she had once held his soul, much as we had spoken of at her last birth, my tail flicking briefly, the pristine white of my underside clear to see in that moment as I shifted my Angel Marked form slightly back from her to allow my gaze to examine the children at her side. Three females, healthy too- at least from what could be examined in these moments. Each nursing strongly.

“All seems well to me at the moment though at your age they will take a toll on you, more so then you realise. You must eat Natu, more then you probably believe you should as you will lose weight to quickly otherwise as they will drain your body faster then any litter would have in your youth. Are you listening to this Fenrir? She needs to eat, properly, or she will suffer the effects of that.”

I turned my handsome head back to the male now, sunset coloured eyes resting upon him, assuring her understood before I frowned a moment.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Tobias? The Asterian King?”

Maybe it wasn’t the best topic of conversation for the moment but truly he had an almost uncanny resemblance. I shook my head slightly, turning my attention back to Natu now, waiting for her to assure me she felt no pains where they shouldn’t be before I prepared to move on once more.