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Post by *Sange* on Jun 15, 2008 14:19:54 GMT -5
Sange had made a hasty retreat from pack territory, down to the edge of the river valley. Panting, Sange nosed her way hesitantly into a thorn-protected clearing. Lifting her moist nose to the air, Sange sniffed. The beige femme smelled no danger.
The throes of labor were upon her when she lay in a haste made nest. The uncomforting pangs made her stomach throb. Sange nosed around the grassy nest, meaning to make it softer for the arrival of her pups.
The contractions that would mark the coming of her sons and or daughters made Sange's paws hold at the Earth. She laid her head down, closing her eyes to the harsher and closer contractions.
Not long after, a small dark brown male lay at her side. His eyes were tightly shut, and he rolled about on the floor of the clearing. Sange bent her head to clean her new son. Again, contractions repeated themselves until four other pups lay at her stomach, suckling contentedly.
It is over, Sange thought relieved. The aching pains released her, and exaustion swept over her. Sange turned to look at her sons and daughters. Three males total, and two female. Five healthy pups. Wouldn't Keiran be proud, with pups of his own.
"Now we'll just have to name you, won't we?" Sange asked to herself, gazing fondly at her litter of offspring.
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Post by Keiran on Jun 18, 2008 13:55:19 GMT -5
Panting, Keiran dashed through the brush, nearly spiking himself on a tangle of thorns. "Sange?" He called gruffly, out of breath. Keiran came to slow, a scent coming to his nose other than Sange's. A new smell. A smell of pups. "Sange!"
Keiran shoved him way into a clearing, finding his mate with five healthy pups. A smile leapt up Keiran's face. He was a father! Keiran trotted over, dipping his head to nuzzle his mate. "You've had our pups."
Keiran was breathless. The five tiny bundles of fur at her side made him feel warm and restless. Touching his nose gently to the small, brown male, he said, "You wanted to name them. Our first son..."
The big brute tried to think of an appropriate name for his very first son. His fur was the delicate brown of a tree's bark. Keiran nodded. Arbson. "I want to name is Arbson. It's a combination of arbor and son." Keiran wasn't sure if Sange cared about the meaning, but more about their offspring.
He stood back, satisfied. Keiran would be the best father, better than his own.
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Post by *Sange* on Jun 19, 2008 14:00:51 GMT -5
The wall of thorn brush quivered violently as Keiran bounded through, coming to a halt in front of her. He yelped her name twice when Sange looked up to find him there.
Sange smiled fondly as Keiran gazed down at their offspring. His head dipped down to nuzzle her. Sange pressed her muzzle to his chin. I'm sorry I left you back there, yesterday. I just had to find somewhere to..."
Sange trailed off, sure she had already made her point. Keiran had touched his nose to the tiny brown male at the end of the pup line. "I want to name is Arbson. It's a combination of arbor and son."
Sange nodded, smiling. "That makes perfect sense, dear." Sange let her head rest on her paws, desperate for a nice nap. But, restless, her head jerked up again and nosed the black male sleeping by her front paws. "Why not this one Felix?"
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Post by Keiran on Jun 23, 2008 12:40:19 GMT -5
Keiran barely heard her apologetic words over his storm of excited panting. The big brute forced himself to lay down flat, and hold his tail still. "It's okay Sange, it is." Sange was nodding in agreement the with the name of their first son.
"That makes perfect sense, dear." Keiran bared his teeth in a friendly smile, tongue limping out from the exhaustion of running. Sange had laid her head down by her paws, but it shot up again once more.
"Why not this one Felix?" Keiran's eyes flickered up to look at a small, black male lying near to her paws. Keiran wagged his tail. "Yes, I like that." He sighed, his green orbs floating over the rest of his pups.
"We still have to name the rest of them." Three more to name, and remember.
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