Fallen Tree Cove Glory In A Flower

The smile that adorned his lips couldn't be suppressed that glorious day as his golden gaze of adoration continued to absorb the sight of their children. Only pulling away when his chin was graced with a lick from his beloved. Audits twitching at Namid's soft, weary voice. "I couldn't expect any less with how perfect their mother is." Turning towards her the pink of his tongue protruded from between his lips to lick affectionately between her eyes. The smile continuing to grow in size with each passing moment. Not even the scent of deer was enough to draw his attention from the scene around him. Nothing could ruin this perfect moment. Who knew an event so miraculous as child birth could bring the Vuesain man such joy. Something he never would have considered to occur in his lifetime had you asked him years ago.

As the silver woman spoke once more his audits gave another small flick. Mulling over her words before concurring with this statement. Surely a feast was proper for an occasional such as this. "I'll send the best hunters we have to secure a feast of all feast for this occasion." Slowly rousing from behind his queen his creamy paws gingerly maneuvered out of the birthing den. Blinking his eyes to adjust to the change in lighting as he was met by more members that he had left when he first entered the den. Clearly the news had traveled fast. A quick scan revealing all but roughly two members had arrived. Thankfully the white devil was unaccounted for. Vespertio would be quick to drive her away should her ugly mug appear. Yet even that woman could no little to dampen the mood that was flooding around the area like a fire. The tawny man could feel the excitement bubbling within the members who gathered around.

Standing tall and regally like the proud father he was, he knew it was time to announce to the pack the joyous event that had occurred. "Your queen has given birth to three glorious cubs. I know the scent of deer is thick on the air and Namid and I have decided that a feast would be the perfect idea to celebrate this joyous occasion." Pausing his golden eyes swept over the plethora of faces present. Meeting each one with a wag of his tail. "I'd like the able bodied hunters we have to set out and bring back what they can." Letting his words fall silent he studied the wolves gathered. Waiting to see who would volunteer to hunt on behalf of the queen and the future heirs.

She waited as the alpha male exited the den, and made his announcement. It was a joyous occasion for the subordinates, a future to hold on to, but Asphodel saw their birth a little differently. Of course, she wished the tiny creatures no ill will, and had every intention of keeping them alive, but she already knew that she would not risk her life in the process. Their wails would not win any sympathy, their fluffy bodies no adoration. They simply weren't her cubs, and she hadn't the ability to love anything that wasn't undeniably her's. It was a sad truth. One that the tawny woman had yet to realize, but all things would come in time.

When the alpha male called upon the hunters, she knew that neither Hemlock, nor herself would be included in the hunting party. Namid's care was more important than any feast, or at least she hoped that Vesperito would see it as such. Cementing her ability to remain within the borders, Asphodel let her own voice penetrate the air. "I've brought something to help the new mother's recovery along." Sweet, and soft-spoken the words tumbled from her throat. Lifting her jowls slightly, while keeping muddled ears cemented to her crown, the youth tried to show him the herbs. He wouldn't likely know of their usage, but their treatments had helped the lead female thus far, so he would just have to trust in them.

Glancing away from the dark hued male briefly, she let her bright eyes roam over the small crowd. She didn't have much time to look, but she would have noticed his coat before any other. Disappointed, the tawny fae turned her attention frontward once more. It would seem that Hemlock was still missing, a fact that sent her heart falling straight into her stomach. They had been apart for hours now, and she wasn't sure if she could take the horribly exposed feeling she had for much longer.

Desideria waited with baited breath, her tail sweeping behind her as she waited for the lord to make his call. As much as she liked Tagg's idea, it seemed something that needed the man's blessing. Fortunately for the pack of Fallen Tree Cove, it seemed Vespertio was just as pleased with the idea. Her new acquaintance was quick to volunteer for the task, and the woman bobbed her head. Finally, she got to her feet, feeling she'd shown the appropriate amount of respect for the pair of alphas and their newborn children. Tail hung low, she kept her head level as well, offering the king a short bob of her skull before Anthem addressed her.

Amber eyes shifted sideways, and she studied the large male with a neutral gaze. Their last encounter hadn't ended on pleasant terms, and she'd been a bit wary the stormy male might have held it against her. Ears flicking forward, she nodded again. The beta was not anyone she wanted to start problems with. "Yes," she murmured quietly, aware the pups and their mother may still be sensitive to outside sounds. "Yes, I'll join you. I want to help."

Carefully, she took a step back before nodding towards Tagg. She expected the young male would lead the hunt, considering he had suggested it in the first place. The woman was fine with the notion, her expertise laid in hunting birds (and recently her skills expanded to fishing, as well), not hunting ungulates. "I'll meet you in the forest," she rumbled, turning to leave. If they wished to find the family of deer, it was best they moved quickly. Assuming Anthem and Tagg would come along soon, she moved quickly, and silently. There was work to be done.

Exit Des.

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Her love seemed to agree with her, for a feast to celebrate their children as something that was a must not simply a question. It would allow them all a full belly and strength to get them through, and perhaps a bonding experience as well. She felt happy that her family had grown by three, and now the rest could go and have their fun. He exited the den to go and inform their pack mates of the birth, as well as instruct them to take whomever they needed to go and hunt down a beast for their meal. She could faintly hear some ecstatic agreements that made her heart swell in her chest, and it was that moment that she could see Asphodel trying to wriggle her way toward Namid to give her the herbs that it occurred to her that she would likely need.

“Asphodel, please come it,” she called, an though tired her voice still held the strength in it that the leader would need to naturally possess. Having given birth or not, she still needed to show a level of strength to her members to show them that she was well and that she was strong enough to make it through this. Likely few of them knew about her struggle while having been pregnant with their brood, and she preferred to keep it that way. She gratefully took the herbs from the young herbalist, taking them as she was instructed before allowing a grateful but knowing and strained look to the yearling. She was without her siblings, which was likely taking a toll on the poor girl’s spirit. The look told her to go as she pleased, for the queen wanted to be alone with her cubs and her love again. It wasn’t without gratitude and she offered the girl as dip of her head in thanks before she left.

As her love entered she gave him a tired kiss to the shoulder, leaning back against him before returning her attention to the happily suckling children. “What shall we name them…we had so many options…” she murmured. Her thoughts turned back to the day that Vespertio had returned to their kingdom, the little squabble that they had had before they had eventually went out to search and find this exact den. Looking at their brood, her gaze went to their single princess and as her pale coat showed a stark contrast to her siblings, she knew the answer. “Our princess…I would like to call her Neha.” She expressed, and while her tone was gentle it seemed to hold little room for argument. This would be her little girl while her husband would have his two sons to act as a father should, and she would also act as a respectful memory of Namid’s beloved sister. Whatever else Vespertio selected for the boys she would undoubtedly agree with due to their prior conversation, but she was content with her choice. A tired nod was given in response to his suggestions that she saw fit, before her mismatched gaze began to droop. It had been a tiring day for her, and sleep was calling. A yawn gaped her maw as she laid her silver crowned cranium upon the ground, curving her neck to allow her to pull her young closer to her side and cocoon them in her warmth. “I love you,” She managed to whisper out before her gaze finally fell closed and she was deaf to the world as unconsciousness took her to dream of the future she had.

Exit Namid.

Vespertio's words were met with a positive enthusiasm from a majority of the members gathered. Some even going so far as to quickly offer themselves up for the opportunity ahead of them. The agouti king would no be joining them on this hunt to protect his priceless treasures inside the den, but his emotions raged like a fire behind the liquid gold pools of his eyes. Pride shining predominantly behind his irises. Tagg and Des were the first to volunteer for the hunt, nodding to each in turn before giving the same gesture to the others that decided to join in the festivities. The more able bodies they had hunting the bigger the target they could pursue. With a wave of his banner, he spoke once more. "I'm glad to have such readily to serve members under my paws. Tagg I'd like you to lead the hunting expedition with help from Anthem in my place while I hang back with the yearling attending to Namid."

With the hunting organized for the most part he turned to stand guard at the entrance of the den while the yearling girl Asphodel slunk inside to administer the new mother her herbs. Mentally wishing the den was large enough to fit the three of them so he could keep a close eye on the girl. Helping his beloved or not, the first time father was wary of anyone who stepped within any given space of his newborn brood. Once the girl took her leave he took her place as hi wiggled inside. Maneuvering himself to cradle the exhausted mother with his weight to allow her the ability to relax while she could after returning her affection kiss with one of his own to her crown. A smile adorning his inky lips at the suggested name for his little girl, his little princess. Keeping his voice hushed so not to disturb the feeding cubs, he rested his head upon her shoulder. "Neha is a perfect name, my love. Cernan for the bigger boy seems fitting and how about Aleister for my twin?" He mused, the smile on his face only growing wider by Namid's undoubting agreement to their children's names.

Names now decided the queen had succumbed to her exhaustion. "Rest my love. We love you too." Vesper crooned in her ear as his gaze watched sleep overtake her and lead her away to dreamland, turning his attention to the suckling children at her abdomen. Taking in every little noise they made from the sucking of her teet to the whines of a sibling pushing the other. It was sight to behold and it left him speechless. This was their gift to the world. Sighing contently he closed his eyes. Not sleeping, but enjoying the moment around him.

Exit.

The youth did not hesitate when her alpha's beckon echoed forth. Gliding toward the den, persona in-tact, Asphodel slipped right past the crowd, past stranger's she knew by scent alone, past Vesperito himself. Somehow she had been able to gain the trust of her alphas, or at least that's how the young healer saw it. Allowing a subordinate to enter the birthing den, one who was too young to actually take on the role of a medicine wolf was almost unheard of. Some wolves would rather wither away in their birthing den's, depriving their children of the nutrients that any strong mother needed, than admit another into the safe hideaway. After months of treatment for that horrid case of morning sickness, the yearling was sure that they had been deemed worthy. Maybe they would actually take on the role's come next spring if no news from Naira took them further away.

Her mass took up more room than it once had, with three new lives sprawled out next to Namid. A safe bet, considering the fact that only one adult might fit through the entrance. The cubs certainly tempted her, their newborn wails so close, but her eyes stayed fixated on the silver woman's chest. Asphodel would meet them soon enough, and on her current Queen's terms, unless there was any cause for concern, which was unlikely considering the strength of their lungs.

Setting the sweet grass within the new mother's reach, Asphodel spoke, hoping to keep it short, and sweet. Namid would be tired after all. "This is for you. If you have any concerns, you may send for me. I won't roam far until they are old enough to leave the den." She assured.