Post by lyceia on Jul 22, 2009 23:40:21 GMT -5
Lyceia ambled along, eager to get as far away from the tiny alphess and her pups as possible. The nausea and cramps had hit shortly after she cross the mountains, though she was careful not to let them impair her too much. Gahh.... She tripped, falling in a heap of pink and white fur in her moment of lost concentration. The pups were coming, and they would be here very, very soon. She climbed back to her paws and took off again, searching now for some sort of shelter to give birth to her pups. The femme could not see anything against the horizon, and so she continued to run, further and further from her beloved mate back in the Aldgar territory. It was the stupidest thing she could think to do, leaving Crim behind at the beach with the others, then abandoning H'untryn with the Zahir alphess. She knew she would pay for it later, but it was not something to be concerned with now.
Finally, upon a second glance towards the setting sun, the femme spied a rocky alcove. The boulders were piled a few feet in the air, leaving a sheltered space beneath them. Lyceia sighed with relief, worming her way beneath them before sprawling on her side. It was uncomfortably warm and stuffy, but it would have to do for now. Why am I so stupid? she mentally chided herself, panting heavily now. Her body rippled, and there was not much more that she could remember after that...
The squeaks of the two newborn pups filled the femme's ears, but she could not move; the pain was gone, however, and now all she needed to do was care for her offspring. Her head was heavy and clouded...
With a groan, the Cyale femme finally dragged her eyes open once more. She was buried beneath the rocks, her makeshift shelter decent enough to serve as a temporary home for her and her two sons. A smile spread across her maw, staring at her grey, white, and yellow pup and her black and red pup. Although neither of the boys resembled her coloration, the yellow pup's markings were identical to her own. "Vesroth," she muttered to him, an involuntary smile gracing her muzzle. "And my other son," she said slowly... "I will let H'untryn name you."
They were both so beautiful. There was no other feeling comparable to that of motherhood; it was an emotional vertigo that the femme had never experienced. What was peculiar was that she had not had a female heir. Both her mother and grandmother had had a femme in their first litter to carry on the family legacy, yet she had not. Perhaps next time, she thought. It would be horrible if, for some reason, it skipped a generation, leaving the world without an alphess to guide the Riadrak and Cyale. Although she had not had any problems with her gathered expedition, there was bound to come a time when here skills were necessary.
But right now, nothing mattered to her other than the two rather plump pups before her. Unlike normal pups, those of the mutated wolves were large, appearing nearly a month old at birth. It was an awe invoking feeling to stare down at the pups and know that they were hers, that she and H'untryn had a family of their own. Perhaps it is time we settle down with a pack so the boys have a place to grow up. Between herself, her mate, and her young, however, they had the foundation of a small pack. Wherever they went, they would bolster the numbers significantly.
The pups squirmed and cried out, and Lyceia's gaze snapped to them in alarm. It was not long before she realized they were hungry, and she nudged them towards her belly where they suckled eagerly. Just a few minutes later, after their chubby bodies were engorged with milk, she smiled lovingly as they dozed off into a meal-induced nap. She nuzzled each in turn, and her mental cry went out to her mate.
"Tryn, you have two beautiful new sons."