if i had a voice i would sing

It was curious to the cinnamon male that he only spoke of his future children as sons. Gavriil wondered what his reaction would be if he had all girls. The male couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh and smirk from this thought. Everyone wanted their offspring to have their ideas, and follow their ways, and walk their path. Even Gavriil’s parents wanted that. The teddy bear sympathized with the male and respected his ideas about how his children were to be raised, even if he rejected that idea there was nothing he could do about it. Ragnar would do what he pleased, that much was true about the male. If he wanted little Viking babies, well by the gods great goats he would have Viking children. There was no stopping the macho male.
”I understand Ragnar, you will have your viking children but just make sure you also don’t do anything to upset Pump. I am not ordering you around I’m just simply suggesting as a fellow packmate- and a friend. Pump deserves to be treated with the upmost respect as do you.”. Gavriil spoke submissively to the male. The cinnamon wolf adored his wolf-hybrid alpha. He found her droopy ears and shaggy fur to be beautiful. Every word she spoke was full of meaning, and weren’t spoken just to hear her own voice. Gavriil on rare occasions even got to see her smile and joke around, which made the teddy bear extremely happy. Daydreaming about his alpha Gavriil couldn’t contain the smug smile on his face, and pure desire in his eyes.