birth

He crouched lower now, his eyes roving over the four tiny forms as they became clearer.. his eyes slowly beginning to adjust to the dark. He was taken back for a stolen moment to the four names they had originally decided upon, and how strange it was that Bazi had determined four alone would be proper.. and how uneasy he had been at settling only on four names. It was as if fate had finally smiled down upon them -- gifting them four little miracles.

Sliding forward, his muzzle would trace to Bazi's cheek, overwhelmed by everything for the moment. Moving from her, his nose would bump over each one, inhaling sharply as their new scent overcame him. Never before had love settled over him so quickly and wholly, and as the cinnamon Alpha lay upon the other end of their newborn puppies, he knew he would never take an easy breath, in fear that trouble would come upon their brood. "They're perfect," he finally spoke, his voice quiet in the small den.