After the apparent ease of Zeltzin's birth, I had felt more promise when it came to Nari's own. Perhaps they would not be destined for the same fate as Renai and Achlys after all and, perhaps, that spoke of a better future for myself and the children we bore. Already, I had stationed Elohim at the borders, assured of my return, but he had been instructed to do one simple thing: watch her and obey her. Some part of him seemed to reject the idea of obedience but nonetheless, he had done his duty well. When she had stirred, seemingly restless, he had called for me.
My journey is one both swift and full of thought; I wonder how Nari will view these children, what she will see in them and how she will take to me in regards to them. Will she see to it that they are not weak? Or will such a task befall only myself? Of all the wolves, I believe Nari will make for the most...intriguing mother. In a way, she reminds me of my own mother - curious for the sake of curiosity, strong for the sake of being strong. I would say it is why I have come to respect her and yet, there is more to her than simply that. She is her own wolf, one of many merits, and this will be just another test for her, I'm sure.
In any case, I do my best to avoid delay. I cross the borders without second thought, lunging through the forests and towards where her smell radiates - no blood, again, a thing I am thankful for as I come to loiter at the den's mouth, my breathing hard from my journey. My arrival is greeted by the sounds of crying already, the first seemingly having avoided waiting for me and yet, I wait as patiently as I can as the second comes into the world. It is only after several moments of silence, their feeding assured, that I linger closer to the den's maw. I grumble low, a greeting to Nari, and I seek confirmation that she is well.
The moment seems to linger for far too long and yet, it has surely only been a minute before I lower myself onto my belly, clambering forward against the den's mouth so that light may lead me to her and these children. I groan in relief when I find her well, breathing steadily and the den no more bloodied than Zeltzin's own. I keep a distance though, pressing myself into the wall though I lean forward, eager to see what we have created.
In the folds of her dark fur, I only see her at first; pale and lovely, like myself and Eve or perhaps even Anselm. I only notice the boy when he suddenly cries out, a fumbling paw pressing into his sister with protest; he is dark, an appearance that makes my head tilt slightly before I look up at Nari with an almost sheepish grin. We should not have been surprised.
I pause, considering she and they for some time before I finally breathe out what feels right -