It was hard for him to resist, though he knew that he would have to get a little more control for the following years, it was still hard for him not to be excited when she regained herself from her mindless winter, came back to him once more when she was expecting. He never minded her when she was in a more primal state of mind, he still cared for her greatly, so much so that he still fell prey to the charms of the snowy winters since their souls had become one. Still it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy being a father, it was more that he had trouble keeping up with his three boys. As her belly had grown once more he knew this litter was not going to be any smaller than the last. Her cravings had been just as strong as were any changes in her mood that had happened. However, he was a dedicated soul-mate to her, and partner, providing her anything she needed through the months, while still trying to keep an eye on their three rambunctious boys. After the incident regarding Kajika and the loners, Jinan wasn’t taking any chances. He wasn’t about to lose any of his children, and certainly not to the cannibal menace outside the pack’s boundaries.

Mohegan was probably the most troublesome if not downright reckless of them all. Try as he might his boy was as every bit as stubborn as his blood deemed. Hard headed even. He had been the hardest. Inyan, perhaps the most calm and collected and dedicated to their family. He was calm, much more so than his brothers, and Jinan thought maybe he had gotten that from his mother. Still he knew the time would come soon that she would bare their newest children and he had prepared for the day and finally it had seemed to come.

He had returned from his hunt successfully clutching a turkey’s neck between his jaws, though he could feel it, the restlessness creeping up inside of him. It nearly cost him the hunt, making him less patient, still, than he normally was. He couldn’t hear, so he had to be careful, but he still was able to take victory and bring his imprint something home. The feeling in his chest did not catch him as off guard as it had the first time, though still he had hurried home. By then he could tell she was hard at work bringing their children into the world, the smell of birth permeating the air already, though the condition of her and the pups were left unknown. He was left pacing about anxiously, tossing his head in annoyance at his inability to do little more than to guard the entrance, though in Taviora there was little that would harm them here. HIs fur was on edge though, feeling the discomfort wreaking havoc upon his soul bound and thus him as well. It was like torture for him.

It was taking so long… a few times he thought that maybe he might call to Zeltzin, the soul healer of the lands or to press himself into the den and disturb her quiet, to check. Night had fallen, the turkey was forgotten for the time being, cold and growing stiff. Finally though, she comes for him and a whine escapes his maw. He had worried for her, it had taken so long he reaches to touch her muzzle before following her into the depths of the den. The smell of new children was strong in here, and while it took a long time and she looked tired there was not too much scent of blood, no more than normal at the very least. She settled herself down next to them all, and he joined her looking over them before his gaze set on her moving maw seeing the words she was speaking to him.

Names. He had chosen the names for their three sons, his gaze perhaps lingered on the larger of the two at first, then the very small one on the end. He sees her maw move again and quickly his green eyes focus back on her as she says that she is calling her Mouse. He couldn’t argue though he was not sure he wanted to name her after something so low and meek, but surely Paisley had her reasons and she had readily accepted the names he had given their three sons too. She was not wrong though, and she confirmed also that she had two brothers as well and beside them she was so small compared to them.

”Seke. He will blend in the night with his black pelt.” Jinan says, after a moment of looking over his boys. ”Hakan. He looks as fire.” He explains thinking they were fitting names for the two new boys. Their children were all beautiful and wonderful. All of them were so individual and unique. He nuzzled them each, before nuzzling his hard working soul, pleased over all though he did slightly worry about the chaos they would soon face with six young children to watch after. He was sure it would be quite the adventure.