"Congratulations Koda, healthy and beautiful I'm sure?" It was a side question that the Zamora asked. He naturally assumed they were beautiful. Iopah had a lean build and stunning pelt, Koda had a strong build and his pelt also held a tasteful amount of handsomeness. Surely their children were stunning. Camio could only imagine for the moment. Maybe one day he could take Nalda to meet them.
Listening to Nova explain everything the male Zamora was truly impressed with his mate. She seemed to be taking charge of the situation. While it wasn't expected it was appreciated. Camio knew if he was talking about why they left his words would have came out much more distasteful; and the father would have hated talking in such a way in front of his beautiful Nalda. The thought of Nalda made him check on her form underneath his safe frame. Smiling softly Camio's brown eyes seemed to melt looking at his daughter. "This is almost over, Little Nalda. Soon you can nap and romp about all you want to." It was true. In the safety of Koda's pack Camio would feel safe with his daughter sleeping anytime and running around. Maybe this was what his family was suppose to be.
When Iopah showed up Camio's tag wagged and he woofed in low tones. "Iopah! You look great, Koda told me about the daughters you gave birth to. Congratulations on them." Looking under his legs he smiled at Nalda before looking back at his friend. "Our own daughter is a true replica of me and Nova. She seems to hold Nova's more shy tones though." Chuckling his head swung towards Nova with a gentle smile and caring eyes. "I love you." His voice was a whisper only to be shared between two mates.
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead