Blackfeather Woods You were both born to be kings

Excuse me, then? She asked. Or; I am so saddened by the fact that I did that? She teased slightly, tired eyes scanning how the father interacted with his new sons. It wasn't much, and Burke wasn't as excited as she was (Or at least, he didn't show it), but perhaps that was because he already had many pups. She frowned, but not for long. No, she wasn't jealous at all, not a single bit. At least he licked them both, their little children, and Malice couldn't help but smile at the sight. If only he did that to her...

She did not move as Burke went ahead and placed his massive body behind her, only stared at the two blobs at her belly. They were so small, it was extraordinary to think these two would ever be grown wolves, standing and talking just like everyone. Hell, it was hard to believe they had made them. 

She wanted to explain the names she had given the two little boys, but changed her mind. She had the feeling Burke wouldn't like the names anymore if she told their origins. Pyro was the demon of falsehood and lies, while the other was named after a fallen angel that found things lost or hidden. She didn't mean for one to have a more positive meaning, it were simply the names that had stuck with her. I'm glad these ones are okay... She said as she placed a small kiss on Burke's cheek after he nudged her. She had the image of a slut already in the eyes of the Dark Brotherhood wolves anyway, so why bother? She knew she was better than that, and Burke did too (hopefully), and that was all that mattered. For now, she was happy, too happy perhaps for the famine was still not over.