Northstar Vale Estía

With a mouth stuffed full of meat, Arsenio trotted to their quiet den. His mind buzzed with the good news – Towhee’s children had been born and she was likely resting with them. There would be puppy paws racing through the spring blossoms. The idea of new children in Epoch had shifted the man into a blissful state.

Arsenio stepped into their den and sniffed for @Tamar. He placed the meat where she could eat it without it overwhelming her place of rest. The man’s eyes adjusted to the shadows, and he breathed out a contented sigh. Their trio of pups would have siblings. It would not be long before the beautiful Morphe would give birth to their second litter.

How are you feeling? he asked her in the dim light.

"fat!" tamar exclaimed.

indeed, only a handful of days remained.

she blinked happily at her redstone mate, curved in repose beneath him as he visited their densite. "towhee is well?" she asked, wondering if he had gone yet to see the new parents.

tamar pulled arsenio's offering closer and began to feed, suddenly ravenous.

He laughed at her remark.

Closer, until his head could press to her tan coat. Tamar took the meat and began to feast on it. While she ate, Arsenio plodded in a circle and then tucked himself into a comfortable position. The blue of his eyes roamed her plump figure. He could not help but admire how beautiful she was, how full of life. The man knew he was fortunate.

Towhee is lively. It sounds as though her little ones are feasting and strong, he shared with his wife. A smile lifted his features. Antigone has been pacing near her den. Their odd son. Arsenio was pleased that the boy had found a passion.

tamar grinned.

"her children are all like her," she said with soft wonder. in a way, their own had taken the peace of the vale into themselves.

she did not yet know of antigone.

"ah!" they moved, rippling beneath her skin. she hoped he had seen!

They hear their mother! he exclaimed with a waving tail.

The dark wet of his nose reached to her, pressing to the round of her belly. Arsenio lingered there, hoping that he might feel the brush of their paws or a sign that they were ready to join them. It felt as though she had carried the pups for moons and moons. The redstone man couldn’t remember the first pregnancy lasting so long.

Do you know what they will be? he whispered to his wife.

In his heart, he found himself hoping for more daughters.

"and their father."

tamar's eyes held a sheen of adoration; she glanced toward her belly in thoughtfulness.

"i am not sure! you guess," she laughed to him, lying back under the gentle touch of his muzzle. desire now, though tamar was not sure arsenio would indulge her so late.

More girls, he said much too swiftly.

The man thought highly of his daughters. Zosime and Zulema were bright and inquisitive. They were kind, even in the face of uncertainty. They had nearly grown into fine young women. Arsenio was stricken by a wave of nostalgia. He thought back to when they had been small, fragile, tender things. When they could be swept up in his arms and held against his chest.

These ones will not be allowed to grow until I have had my fill of them as pups, he added in jest. There was a stern crease at his brow and a nod of his head. The man leaned in close to his wife and peppered her in kisses.

"not at all!"

her voice met his in exclamation. her arms went around his strong shoulders, drawing arsenio down against the round curve of her belly.

"we have all the time in the world." her eyes were limned in starglow.