unable to bind.mated to none.father to Eztli, Lixue, Petra, Citlalli, & Itzel.Taviora

When her sickness didn't go away, he knew to stay close and since she had told him that day that he was to be a father, he knew that he had responsibilities now and he would be there to honor them. He cared about Tuari more than anything and he wanted to see her happy. He was just sorry that he couldn't promise anything more than an everlasting friendship for now. His emotions were too complicated and compartmentalized. He didn't know how to handle it because he'd never had to. He had pushed away connections for so long that even being a friend was taxing and he had to think about how he acted and whether it was something friend worthy sometimes. He could let hsi dark side get away with him in a heated situation like that day the female wolf attacked Tithe. He almost attacked her. If the other males hadn't been there, he probably would have gone ahead and killed her right there. She had already proven herself a danger to the pack by attacking Tithe unprovoked. There was nothing restraining him emotionally from ripping her limb from limb. But thankfully Zelda had arrived on the scene and brought him back down to reality. He had a pack to protect but he also had morals to keep now. He couldn't just kill as he found necessary anymore. This whole being in a pack thing came with complications of its own.

He had managed fairly well so far but thinking was a large part of living day to day now. He needed to protect Talien and he needed to protect Tuari and their growing family. He needed to be close and yet he wanted to be everywhere. He couldn't make heads or tails of who he wanted to be with and if he even wanted that attachment at all some days. What about his dark passenger? He couldn't just pretend he didn't exist. He was well and alive inside of him and able to come out at any time. He didn't want to hurt anyone, including his unborn children. So far Tuari had been patient with him but he wondered sometimes how long that would last before she cracked and went off on him, asked him to make a choice. He dreaded that day. But thsi day he wouldn't have to think about that because this morning he came back to check on her at the den only to find her pacing and looking restless. He could see the pain she was trying so hard to hide in her pretty features and it worried him to no end. He thought about calling for someone but he didn't want to disturb her either. He wasn't sure how this worked. Was nature supposed to take its course? How would he know when she needed help? What would HE do?

He watched her endlessly stand and sit, stand and sit. It was driving him mad to watch. She looked so scared and he wanted to comfort her but he didn't know how. He whimpered and went to her, brushing himself against her as often as possible, offering her a shoulder to lean on if she needed. He nuzzled her cheek, her shoulder, her side, anything to let her know that he was here and he wasn't going anywhere. When the bleeding started, he freaked out. He was used to blood, but not coming out of THAT end. Soon the whole den smelled of nothing but blood and he was distracted, his very nerves threatening to jump out of his skin. Shen the first child appeared though, his whole world shook to pieces. She was beautiful, an eye catcher for sure. And she was his. He watched Tuari clean her, mesmerized. He leaned in close, touching his nose to her, breathing in her smell, everything about her. She was enchanting. But Tuari didn't clean her for long before she went back to pushing. At first, he was confused. Wasn't there only supposed to be one? He had never seen this happen before.

Tuari was trying to move the first pup but she was shaky and he whimpered. He hated seeing her like this. She looked so weak. Had she already lost too much blood? He swallowed, his eyes as big as saucers. He leaned in to offer to help, grabbing the pup by the scruff to move her as Tuari directed so that she could focus on pushing. What else was there to push? He just didn't understand. This one seemed to take longer and it worried him. When was too long? It felt like forever. This pup cried out when Tuari started cleaning her and he jumped at the sound. Were they supposed to sound like that? His ears pinned to his skull as he looked at Tuari for answers. But she was too busy cleaning the pup so he watched again, trying to pick up hints. Tuari was even more shaky lifting this pup so once more he leaned in to help and do what he could. When he saw her pushing yet again, his eyes bulged and his brows threatened to leap off the top of his head in shock. Was there really more? He wasn't sure he could take any more of this. He could sense Tuari's fear and that didn't help matters. Why was she scared? Was that a bad sign? He whimpered and nuzzled against her face and ears, licking her and trying to encourage her.

Thankfully this time it didn't take so long and it didn't seem to take her as much effort either. The pup was smaller than the rest and he worried again. Wasn't the runt the bad omen? Weren't they least likely to make it? He hovered over the pup, smelling it and making sur eit smelled healthy. All he could smell was the blood though and he wrinkled his nose. He tried to clean it as he saw Tuari do since she looked so weak. He wasn't sure she could do much more so he tried to help out, cleaning her and moving her as the others. He looked over at Tuari when he was done, noting how frustrated she looked and he went to her, licking her face again and pushing his fae against her, reassuring her that all was well. She looked at him and he could tell her breathing took effort now. He needed to call for help. He glanced back over at the children just to make sure they were suckling and looking happy and healthy. All looked well so he nuzzled Tuari once more and whsipered to her to rest before he moved to the entrance of the den and threw his head back, calling out for a healer.