Though the welcoming and how Eden treated us upon coming to his lands was ignoble, here I was, laying in this den already pushing these lives my angel and I created into this world. That meeting felt like a short time ago, and the snows of winter still were built up across the lands even though the spring rains had set in. It was a rather dreary day over all, but to me it was beautiful. I had spent the better part of the morning, pacing, snarling, I knew this was not a pretty process but I had never gone through it or really watched others do this before. Though it all comes to me so naturally what I must do. Walk, clean, lay, push.

It is something I do over and over again as I lay and finally I feel something giving, though I think part of that is me. I am not sure if this amount of pain and blood is unnatural, it takes a long time to push the dark pelted child from me. Part of me is disappointed that he looks like me so. Dark with my brown highlights. Thus far the child looks to be all of me and none of my angel. I clean him feverishly and he cries most loudly, a good sign I gather, he is breathing, he is well and has a voice to go with him. He will be strong. It was worth this pain to bring him into the world, though it hurts badly, some of the worst pain I had felt in my life other than having my eye removed from me, I am still unsure of how abnormal my situation is. I smell blood, but I still work to clean my perfect child. I know my work isn’t done, I feel it again, and it hurts worse this time.

I growl and grunt pushing my legs out and doing anything to make the pain go away. I grab the nearest thing I can and bite with all my force snarling all the while. The only thing I smell even over the puppy breath and scent of my son is blood. I always liked blood, but this was excessive this was my own blood. Still I manage to finally force the second child from me. Again I see dark fur through the sack that encloses the child. I feel again that perhaps my genes had over run my Valefor’s unknowing that it was actually his mother that seemed to permeate the second child genetically.

I clean discovering that I have one of each. A son and a daughter. She is dark furred, but different, I see things that I have, that my blood mother has and I am displeased with this, that was until I found the white dot just in her armpit. I smile and continue cleaning her. Done with my task I feel exhausted, though not in poor spirits. I am in pain but well aware of everything around me. My eyes find Valefor then, ”They are healthy. They are strong.” I say in latin, my voice worn and ragged but I give a toothy grin towards him. I do not think to name them yet, worn as I am. I almost wish to wait until I see them more… understand who they are and what they become unless Valefor has ideas. After all I feel my new name is far more suiting to me than my old that I was given on the day of my birth. Perhaps it was best I did not rush to pick theirs either. After all we have created perfection, they are ours, and while I had hoped they would take more after him I know they are perfect regardless. Didn’t they deserve the most perfect, fitting, names?