Ouroboros Spine the bed's getting cold and you're not here

Indeed. Want me to start it?

Kaname busied himself with placing gentle kisses on her cheeks. He was not yet filled with the lust that he felt on their "wedding night", but if Cara prompted him further, he would respond without a second thought. He did not notice the apprehension on her face as she considered training her children to be killers like he did, but if he had noticed it then, it would have stopped him in his tracks.

The assassin was all for having a child of theirs follow in his footsteps. At least one. Then he could die in peace, knowing that his family's skills weren't just wasted on one informally retired wolf. He did not factor in the mental-warping that being trained to kill had on a young child; he was born and raised with killers, and never minded it one bit. His mate was of a different lot however, which he came to realize when she spoke of a compromise.

"Of course, it's all up to them eventually." He paused in his ministrations, meeting her eyes again. "I can teach them the basics of fighting, and we can both teach them how to hunt, but they can be anything they want." Kaname wondered if any of them would turn towards the healing trade. It would be useful, if the rest of its siblings were going to be fighting or hunting all the time. He hoped that Ivev would stay a little while to see that through, so they could be left with a resident healer instead of having to grovel to other packs to give them one.