He lay near the mouth of the den with his violet and orange eyes peering out into the world. She would be giving birth now. Her stomach was large and with pup, and he knew today was the day. There would be much pain and much cleansing to be had, but he knew that the pups would be healthy and strong. It was in his blood to be dominant, and he knew he would reign out. Eden allowed them to stay in the safety of the pack land, but he didn’t really like the smell of salt so thick in the air in spring.

As she gives birth he merely turns his head slightly to see her in pain during the birth. It is not that he is uncaring...well, perhaps he somewhat is, but her pain in the birth was her burden alone. In fact, he was taught to not be in the den at all during the birth, but he protected the mouth of the den since he...did not really trust those of Glorall just yet.

He finally hears the cries of the first life. It is then that he turns his head around more fully to observe Anima cleansing a black pup with brown streaks. He adjusts his pristine white form to face Anima now, his nose reaching down to nudge the pup. A male. Appears to be healthy. Appears to be strong. He does not speak, not as of yet, as he knew there was another along the way and he simply nodded to Anima. She was strong. She needed no words.

The second comes, another dark pup, and he comes to discover it is a female with the touch of his nose. This is a most acceptable thing as he has been taught- she will be the giver of life one day. Anima speaks of how they are healthy and strong. ”Yes, this is how it was meant to be,” he confirms in the Latin tongue, his eyes locking with hers. She continues to be in pain and this he senses. He looks down to the male.

”Aeon,” he says simply until being interrupted by a voice at the mouth of the den- feminine, light, and weak. He snaps his head around with narrowed eyes. He looks fierce even with the handsome face of Heyel. A healer. Fine. Woman can do their woman thing. He looks back to Anima with a nod, before silently lifting himself and pushing his white form through the mouth of the den. His violet eyes slashed with orange then lock with Samia. Not a single smile touches his face, instead, she is met with a warning curl of his lips with a low rumble. His ears press forward and presses towards her for just a moment, before simply walking off, allowing them to do whatever needed. He needed to hunt anyway to ensure Anima and her pups were well fed. Deep inside though, he feels this tinge, this pang to go to the woods and hunt down that other woman...and he must use all of his might to stop himself.