Ajani

Loner

He had finally hunted down that accursed badger, the one who shadowed their doorstep with it’s ill temper and thieving ways. Always Ajani looked for the Beasts, but this creature had given him enough trouble to have stymied his immediate fear of them. Wolf children would grow to be the bane of all other predators in this land, of that he was certain, but they needed to grow and not be a feast for some lesser beast.

His Nakato was so alive with the promise of her children that she seemed not at all concerned for their protection - and he would die to keep her from being made wrong to trust so explicitly in him. He did the work of five wolves as she grew and today he had defeated his nemesis. Dragging the little beast, he arrives at the mouth of the den to the sound of a snarling warning to get back. It was accompanied by whines of discomfort, whines he had heard at the mouth of his mother’s and sister’s dens when he yet lived with them.

At last.

He paces outside, not realizing he might stress Nakato with the sound of someone just outside, and waits with his own whines echoing hers - forgetful in that moment that there were animals that could destroy this young, little, family before it began.

He waits until at last her voice brings him into the cave to look at the most delightful sight of his middle-aged existence. His son. His daughter. Little blots of white marked them both, the mottling of their two colors making them a glorious sight. Where the girl was warm toned, the boy was cool. Where one sported a long tail, the other sported their mother’s.

He chuckles deep, a nuzzle placed to a cheek of his mate. “I have never seen a more perfect sight. Even that little one with her hair so tousled.” His chuckle turns to amused laughter as his nose dips to flick the little lop in his daughter’s ear. “She sticks out at all ends.” His little girl scolds and even with no teeth to speak of he feels the pressure of a child’s bite. “She reminds me of the nanasi fruit. Leaves that stick out in all directions, prickly all around whose smell bites the nose and taste bites the tongue.”

His son turns his attention, then. His firstborn. His heir, in truth. The youth is much bigger than his sister, much more sure in his movements. Only forwards. Only onwards. Sure of what he wanted and not so lackadaisical and tumbling-fumbling as his sister. There is a pride to his eyes, just as strong in affection as his affectionate humor had been in his daughter. “This one, though. ” Just then, the young male pup shoved his sister beneath him and stole the upper teat. “My dear, I believe he fancies king of this roost.”

“What shall we call them? Do you want names of your Moladion’s make or shall we name them in the tongue of my people? What is custom, my love?”

male · fourteen · 40in · 184 lbs · treasurer of nakato