It had been a good recovery. Much smoother and faster than his one with Jaidah had been. His wounds already were closed up, scabs still covered him and of course his ear would be forever notched where the flesh had been rended apart. It was fine, it took quite some time for him to get used to his ear feeling odd, but now he didn’t notice at all. The punctures on his shoulder were healed, and the wound on his neck as well was buried under his fur giving it an odd tuft but he knew once the scabs were gone it would sit normal again. Shiloh was all the healer he needed, though his sister was constantly had checked on him anyway. She as getting large though, surely a sign she was due soon. He knew children were not planned as they had hoped to wait but they thought maybe they should try. And it happened. It only took one time of trying it seemed, not that he minded. He had been excited, elated even for the children to come. Constantly waiting and thinking about them and what they would be like.

It would seem he didn’t have much longer to wait. The last couple days he hadn’t strayed far from her. He let her wander but he was always close by, keeping one of his dark rimmed ears out for her call should something happen. He wasn’t sure what to expect when she went into labor. He knew it could be dangerous for a female, but never had he really seen that side of birthing before. Really he was just happy, so content to see what his family would become. He was simply enjoying the forest today, the leaves on the trees budding about and even at some points rustling in the wind. But that wasn’t all that caught his ears.

His heart leapt from his chest when he hears her calling him over and over. It pounded more fiercely than when he was in battle, the panic seeding inside of him at the calls of his mate. He was probably panicking more than she was at that moment. He hadn’t expected her to sound like that and immediately his mind went to something was wrong rather than she was giving birth. He bolted towards her calls, they hadn’t been far from their den. She was already inside by the time he had arrived. He didn’t hesitate at all when he slipped in, after her mismatched eyes going around as if she was under pursuit from an attacker.

Her words though caused him to stop and his heart felt like it gave pause too. It’s time. That was all she offered him in a soft whimper before it seemed her body went to work. He watched silent and helpless but didn’t dare leave. Amoxtli placed himself closer to her head not sure what to say to her as she worked to give birth. Was he supposed to say something or do something? She didn’t even seem to notice him as she set to work he hoped that just being present was enough for her for the time being. It didn’t seem long at all when she turned. He peeked around, arching his neck only to see some… red bloody thing being picked up and moved to her stomach. He never witnessed a birth. Were they supposed to look like that. He didn’t dark ask, Shiloh seemed to know what she was doing when she cleaned the child revealing a beautiful dark brown coat and gold furs also making themselves known, so much like their mother, though he could see markings like his own but no they were far more like his father’s in reality, but Amoxtli knew his own topline markings were similar to his father’s own. A grin washed over his maw, feeling a warmth and love like no other wash over him at the first squeaks and protests before it found itself attaching to his mother’s teat. A boy. She said quietly before exclaiming how perfect he was. He was perfect. He couldn’t agree more.

Her joy seemed short lasted as another contraction occurs leaving her to grunt and push and it felt like no time at all that another was delivered. It was so quick it surprised him, not as much though as the fact when she started cleaning him he looked absolutely identical to the first. He looked between the two of them never seeing such a thing in his life. He wasn’t sure what to think. If he hadn’t watched her place each one where it was he wouldn’t have been able to tell which one was first and which one was second. As they squirmed and cried it only made things more confusing. If being a father was going to be difficult before this would make it even more so.
”Twin boys.” It was all he could really say as he looked them over his own voice quiet though he couldn’t help but simply grin in amusement.

”I had been thinking for a while of some Nahuatl names I thought you would like… these were the only two for boys that I knew you would like. Tepiltzin, and Tezcacotl. They mean privileged son and king. Though I have no idea how we are going to know which one is which.” He says bemused, lowering his head and looking over each of the pups. There was literally nothing different about them, even their size as the same currently. But the names he felt were perfect for them. He never fancied himself or his family as privileged or kingly, but the angels surely were, that was why they were fitting not from his blood but hers. He hoped she liked his choices he didn’t have anymore.