//.In Paw.//(((All of Ge-Rad; My Cubs.)))

[Koan]

"Your concern is touching " The steel wolf said dryly. He was rather amused. "I travel for days, injured, and get a lovely reception. Thank you."

His daughter frightened response hurt him, Was he really so frightening, merely because he's wounded? He was disgusted with himself. What sort of faather was he really, abandoning his family so soon after their birth...

He looked to his father, and sighed. He'd never done anything that bad.

[Chilaili]

Four lithe paws, a gleaming silver, padded sprightly in the mussed steps of the varying Varg that had traveled the same path. Well-trodden, the young femme-cub had no difficulty in bounding from print to print that was embedded in the thick banks of snow that laden her home, Ge-Rad. A small silver muzzle was alit with a vivacious smile that set a bright sparkle in her lipid cerulean eye, the single orb that had not been marred by an irreversible blindness from her birth. The other was clouded and glazed a virgin white, a contrast to her silver-black features. Chilaili, eldest of her siblings, had been delivered from her mother’s womb with the loss of two senses- sight, and the ability to perceive sound and voices clearly. Oddly enough, she had grown accustomed to the shroud of darkness almost immediately, much to the surprise of her sire, Cal, and her dam, Uskiya, along with her aunt Lydair, whom was the pack’s resident healer. Under the watchful eyes of her entire pack- especially her brother, Skep, and another Varg, Trile, the young fae had flourished, her young muscles tight with boundless energy.
Trile. The male was not like his brother, whom she had seen very rarely, but was of lesser build, that of the hunter. Chililai admired the cream-pelted male, and had been determined, since the day she had ventured from the den- much to her parents’ dismay- and stumbled across Trile. Had he been hunting, it would have been ruined, but she took no notice, instead choosing to follow him for the remainder of the sun. The hunter always seemed to be there when she needed him, and his eyes would trail her slender form as he protected the entire litter. And, now, as she ventured farther and farther from her father and siblings, she hoped she would be able to spot him again. It had been a fortnight, it seemed, since she had last seen him, and although she calmly disregarded her father’s firm orders she had wandered yet again from his post with Skep and Ayasha and had trekked after her mother. Uskiya had spoken of her sister’s- Chilaili’s aunt- new cubs, and considering Trile was constantly either with Lydair or herself, Laili knew she might catch a glimpse of him here.

“Mommy!” Chilaili squealed, her pace becoming more rapid as she approached the silver from of her mother and aunt. “Aunt Lydair! Mommy told me that you had cubs. Have you seen Trile? Where’s Uncle Koan? Oh, mom, I followed you all the way here![/I] Her voice was a constant babble that never seemed to cease, and already she was moving away from them, her independent nature getting the better of her as she saw the grizzled, burly form of Kop. Yipping and breaking into a run, she skidded to a stop and, tail wagging, commenced to trail behind the warrior-in-training until he stopped. “Kop!” Chilaili called. “Where’s Trile? Who are they?” Grinning happily, she approached the three younger cubs, her visage a mask of complete delight. One was a female, her coat a silver-brown brindle, and the others were both mann. “Hello.” Laili barked shrilly, pouncing into the middle of the three. “I’m Chilaili! Who are you?”


(((Okay, those of you she *didn't see*, if you don't know, she's blind in one eye and kinda deaf in both ears, lol, so...yeah. She only sees who she needs to see, and thats it. ^_^))) [/color]

[Ayasha]

Skep followed his mother through the forest, he kept a close eye on his elder sister as she scampered after their mother. They were traveling through a part of Ge-rad that the pups had not seen yet. "Mother, where are we?" Skep chirped following closely behind his mother's tail. Behind him, quiet and solomn was his youner sister. But there was far to much going on for Skep to worry about her. His small auds perked up as he heard the voices of other vargs and their scents excited the young he varg. "chilaili wait up!" He called running up bedside her. Suddenly his golden orbs widened drastically as the sight of new pups close to his age scampered about. "Aunt Lydair!" He barked happily. His tiny tail wagging excitedly. "Uncle Koan!" Skep felt happy in knowing that he had family almost whereever he went.

A small growl escaped the black fae's muzzle, she watched her brother and sister with resentment. Especially her sister Chilaili, the one that everyone seemed to love. "Mamma, where are we going?" She asked, mostly unconcerned with things. She seemed barely excited despite the fact that she had never been this far before. Her orbs, an eerie color of green darted out accusingly at her sister, she had begun to harbor a ball of hate, she couldn't truly say why. She did know that Chilaili seemed to take Skep away from her. It probably wasn't Chilaili's fault but who else could Ayasha blame." A great gathering of vargs had appeared beffor ethe young one's eyes. There was her Aunt Lydair and Uncle Koan. and Aunt Lydair's pups, perhaps she would meet one that would offer to be her play mate so she wouldn't be alone forever.

[Nocturnia Diiore]

Heavy paws pounded mercilessly upon the winter-chilled terrain, set underneath strong legs which carried an amazingly-bulky and sizeable body. The thickly-muscled pistons had no trouble whatsoever flinging the colossal form over the lands, though they hesitated, dwelling just at the farthest edge of the Ge-Rad boundary. This was a place that would certainly produce the ultimate hostility to the stranger, for his standards with the pack's alpha were extremely less than friendly - to put it simply, the Kerl and Dragga were definite enemies; one would never hesitate to pounce the other. However, this varg was much larger than his Ge-Rad enemy, and now refreshed and strong from months of recuperation and self-nursing. A twisted grin curled the edges of his maw, and a foreleg carried a large, heavily-taloned paw right over the start of the pack's territory with a determined fashion. Many suns ago he was to have trespassed to witness the birth of a friendly ally's pups, and was to have recieved the title of the litter's godfather.. And now he'd come to claim the rightful ownership over them should their parents die or be unable to care for their children.

A gentle mist clouded from his nostrils and maw whenever he breathed, and a thin blanket of freshly-laiden snow crunched submissively under his hulking steps - though the days had indeed shifted into a less biting cold, the ground was still frozen enough to display whatever flake rest upon it. Ears stood erect upon the stranger's head, listening and alert for any sign of Ge-Rad members - or, perhaps, of his most hated enemy, Draeg, the golden varg of the time, the most prized Dragga in all of the lands.. The spoiled, power-hungry do-gooder. The beast halted, finally picking up the sounds of voices, those of the young and the middle-aged, of parents and children, of what made Ge-Rad such a wonderful, humble pack. He tried to convince himself that such a place was not worth dwelling within, for the weak would not survive should they be threatened, but deep down, the Kerl wished that he could have been raised in such a haven, a care-free packland where each and every member treated each other with kindness. It was a sad thing for one so tortured to never know true happiness.

Eventually, the male felt he had eavesdropped enough, and he pulled his lips back, revealing gleaming, pearly teeth, sharpened with sticks and stones as if to be made razor-sharp for a reason. A savage, hellish snarl erupted, and the unknown Varg made his entrance. Talons pressed firmly into the snow with each step as Nocturnia emerged from the dark shadows within which he had been hiding, pulling his massive form into full light as he walked straight towards the hybrid femme whose litter he was to love - Lydair. However, he stopped moving altogether, raising his grand head high and gazing about over the group of Ge-Rad wolves. In the light of the winter day, Nocturnia's pelt was revealed as harsh as it had always been; deepest obsidian, each strand of fur lengthy and thick, never changing shades. Along with the hellishly-onyx coat he sported, the beast was a behemoth compared to others, the size of at least a small bear, with an insane muscular stature that seemed downright unusual and unfitting for a wolf but somehow fit his body quite well. There was one physical trait, though, that put the topping upon the cake, so to speak - Nocturnia had eyes of cold, hard steel. They contrasted in an otherworldly fashion against the jet pelt, and one look into such occuli showed every emotion that made up the creature's mind; hatred, angst, sorrow, defiance, and an overwhelming dominance that, if seen within his gaze, seemed to overpower the mind of many, forcing the stubborn to submit, the brave to run. This varg was the living Wolfbane of Transylvania, a darkness that had come to plague Ge-Rad with its presence - Draeg would certainly be smart to keep his mouth shut now that his enemy had regained his strength.

Finally, the psychotic male returned his walk to Lydair, stopping just feet from her. "Lydair." His voice bellowed from his throat in a nearly double-toned tenor-bass as he addressed her, nodding once as if acting respectful. "Keep your Dragga away from my throat and your pups have my protection." There was a kind of sincerity in the way he spoke these words, as if he were saying, 'I can be trusted.. if only you'll give me a chance.'

The real challenge now was keeping the amber-pelted Draeg off of Nocturnia - he had trespassed on his own enemy's land, and was now conversing with one of his packmates. Could insanity truly deserve another chance on proof of trustworthiness?

Ooc: [Lydair/Draeg/Koan - I DID IT!! -Proud-]

[Koan]

The wounded gray turned his eyes to the massive wolf who came now. He disreguarded the smaller wolves who had entered. All that mattered was this ebony nightmare. Koan's knew that shape, that voice, that madness well. He was the source of many of Koan's nightmares, and a couple of Koan's scars. Nocturnia... The name that Koan wasn't sure whether to fear, respect, or pity. All those emotions were ones he had associated with the black wolf at one point or another. How the times had shifted... the black male had seemed mammoth in his youth... now he still seemed huge, larger then any of those present.

A slight flair of fear rose up in him; not for his own life, but for life of the young who were present. Koan's memories were littered with flashes of the past. Of his own captivity by the ebony wolf... of his attempt on Huts' life. His orange-gold eyes franctically cast about, trying to figure who the ebony wolf would take. He might be hurt, but he'd be damned before he let the bear-wolf claim his siblings or worse.. his children.

Then Nocturnia spoke , his voice a bass rumble, just as he remembered. Another memory, as those jaws parted, this one of the strength, the terrible anger those jaws held. He spoke to Lydair.

Koan whiled, stunned, shocked, and more then a little betrayed feeling. Nocturnia!? Why was she... why would she? Confusion racked his mind, and he took a half step back, staring incredulously at her. She was going to get them killed.. or exiled, at this rate! Inviting an enemy like Nocturnia into Ge-rad’s lands? Draeg was going to kill him…

[Nyobe]

((eep, that was a lot to catch up on. Sorry if I skipped anything))

[glow=black,5,300] As Nyobe watched the gathering wolves venture away from what appeared to be a meeting point, she stood firm. She had to finish her rounds, but also wanted to help take care of the adorable pups. She gazed blankly as she saw two or three wolves come up. She hadn't been formally introduced to them, but reconized them none the less. Chilaili, Koan, Draeg, Lydair, Skep, Ayasha, and others that she didn't know the names of. She looked puzzled at those few but saw a shadow in the bushes.

With a protective low growl, Nyobe's auds perked at the shadow of a varg....quite a large one too. As he stepped out into the open the fae's jaw dropped slightly and eyes became wide with shock. Nocturnia Diiore... she thought to herself with almost disbelief. They were aquaintences, probably more like enemies. But she could never tell. ONe minute he would be neutral about the varg and the other he was on the verge of lashing out. Subconiously she took on a defensive posture as she took a step back while Nocturnia worked his way to Lydair. Nyobe tried to listen to the words, but she was paying too much attention to how different Nocturna looked....Larger definately...but his expression has changed too. What it changed from she couldn't figure out, but Nyobe was still in shock. She never thought she'd have to see him again.

Nyobe quickly noticed the tension between Draeg and Nocturna, her gaze shifting back and forth seeing if tension would build further. With eyes now shifting to the wounded Koan, the fae picked up on the distress in his eyes. She watched as his eyes widened and as he took a half step back. Clearly Nocturnia Diiore didn't get a good reputation here in Ge-Rad. Nyobe walked cautiously over by Koan and locked her eyes on the massive varg and asked concerned, quietly, "Koan, why are you so stunned about Nocturnia?" She could probably guess the reason, but maybe it would help comfort him in some way.[/glow]

[Kop]

Despite the seriousness of the situation Kop couldn’t help but laugh as he listen to Lydair start berating Koan, having never heard Ge-Rad’s healer speak to her mate in such a manner before. However he stopped upon hearing his name called, straightening himself up Kop brought himself sharply to attention as he turned to find himself facing Lydair. Upon hearing mention of his kill the young male couldn’t help but pin his ears with pleasure, clearly pleased that he was receiving recognition of his skills but obviously a bit embarrassed by the extra attention he was receiving from his brother’s mate. “Of course not Lydair, you know how much I love watching the pups.” He growled in response to her question, his tail wagging thoughtfully behind him. Another chuckle escaped Kop’s muzzle as he watched the wolf hybrid pad past her offspring, uttering out a quick warning as she did before making her way towards the meadow to gather what little medicinal herbs she could find.

For the most part Kop took his job as guardian rather seriously, always making sure to keep each of his charges in sight and never let any of them stray too far from the rest less he lose track of them. Nyobe’s presence made things a great deal easer for the younger Dragga as an extra pair of eyes could go a long way when watching pups which Kop was sure he would discover soon enough, however at the moment he was just grateful to have the gray veteran’s assistance in tending to his extended family which would no doubt prove to be a handful. Zenith seemed more than willing to help the pair as the young hybrid quickly made his way over to the pair, his tail wagging energetically behind him even as he sat back on his haunches to await instructions. “Yup that’s me.” He responded, laughter evident in his tone as he directed the pup on what to do. “Alright listen up, I need you to help me and Nyobe by making sure that none of the pups here wander off. You can play with them or do whatever just so long as you keep them within sight and remember not to wander off yourself, also if you see a big bird with talons and a sharp beak tell me.” His ears perked as the familiar sounds of ceaseless chatter suddenly reached his ears and Kop couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle as turned to see the familiar form of Chilaili running towards him at full speed, he patiently awaited her arrival and greeted her accordingly upon her arrival, licking her forehead and nuzzling her fondly before answering her questions. “Well Zenith here is my little brother but Kalli, Koude, and Kaemon are your auntie Lydair’s pups so I guess that makes them your cousins.” He growled, raising his voice several octaves to accommodate for Chilaili’s impaired sense of sound. “I’m sorry but I don’t really know where Trile is, why don’t you go play with the others until he shows up.” Kop smiled as he watched the young femme give out a shrill bark before rushing off to play with the three pup, murmuring to Zenith as she pounced amidst the three. “She’s a bit hard of hearing and can’t really see through one eye so be sure to keep a good eye on that one and don’t get mad if she doesn’t listen to you right away.” He explained.

Kop had learn of Chilaili’s handicap at the same time as the rest of the pack but had never paid it any real mind, always treating as he had treated every other pup though he was admittedly shown her a great deal more patience than most other pups her age. In his eyes there wasn’t much that any other varg could do that she couldn’t with out a little extra help, she was persistent and once she set her mind to something virtually nothing could shake her determination. It was something about her that Kop couldn’t help but admire. He knew how fond Trile was of the pup and at times Kop had to admit that he was jealous of the bond she had formed with his brother, but then he would always remember the bond he himself was forming with Caiomhe and would forget the matter entirely. It wasn’t long after the silver pup’s arrival that her sibling emerged into the clearing and ran to greet their elders, having obviously followed their mother all the way from the den. With a little more than a little sigh Kop shook his head wistfully and padded over to the pair, gently nipping each of their ears in turn as he motioned for them to join their sister in playing with their cousins under the watchful eye of Zenith, Nyobe, and himself. “Come on you two, leave the adults alone and go play with your sister. You can introduce yourself to your uncle Koan and aunt Lydair’s pups while your at it.” he growled fondly, nudging Ayasha rump with his snout in an attempt to get her moving before doing the same to her brother.

Suddenly a savage snarl cut through the air causing Kop to jump in surprise, his jaw dropped in surprise as he whirled around to see a colossal shape emerging from amidst the shadows. For a moment Kop was unsure as to whether or not he was even facing another varg but rather some strange creature out of the stories his parents had told him as a pup, with his jet black fur and silver eyes the monstrous shape before him looked every bit the part of the colossal Wolfbane of legend, towering over every varg in the gathering and moving with grace that belay his enormous size and was worthy of any Dragga. Kop could tell that he was not the only one who had been unnerved by the newcomers presence, Koan looked about as stunned as he did though Kop thought he saw a glimmer of recognition in the elder varg’s eyes. Placing himself over Aysha and Skep Kop stood guard over the pair, using his body as a shield against any attack that might be directed towards the two pups. However it never came to that as strange varg placed himself directly in front of Lydair and spoke, his voice booming out from his maw as it rang out in the still air. Oddly enough, Lydair didn’t seem the least bit bothered by any of this. If anything she seemed to enjoy this varg’s presence more than fear it which was more than Kop could say for himself, turning his attention back down to Skep and Ayasha the burly varg ushered them over to join their sister before returning attention back to towering form in front of him. Who was this varg?

((Don't worry about it Nyobe, if you missed something that's fine.))

[Uskiya]

Uskiya smiled as Chilaili sprang forward to play with the other pups. Gradually the other pups joined in with some help from Kop.
"thanks." She smiled gratefully to Kop as he freed her from her pup's constant bounding. She turned to Firefly and greeted her with a smile. "How have you been?" She asked, it had been a while since she had seen the other hybrid.

Then her attention went back to Lydair. "Missed? I have missed you being heavy with pups, and now I can see how wonderful they all are. Cal and I still have something to talk about, but other than that.." She paused as she heard the deep voice of a strange varg. Instinctively she located her pups and made sure they were all right. the new varg was from a different area, not around here. He seemed to worry some of the vargs. Uskiya padded near to where her pups and Lydair's were, though shre let them continue playing she kept her eye on them. Little Chilaili seemed ti fit right in with everyone, it was Ayasha she worried about. Her attention soon turned back to the ebony varg. He spoke with Lydair, so she knew him, then he surely couldn't be a threat, or atleast with Lydair around he didn't seem as threatening as he would where you to meet him alone.

[Koan]

The silver male couldn't tear his eyes away from Nocturnia. He was stillreeling in shock from it all. "I'm not sure. Mainly... I never pictured my mate talking to him, honestly. " He replied to her. But a better thing to do then merely awnsering a question before him was to start asking some. He took a step foward, planning to move the cubs to safety.

Then he noticed Kop, and his heart swelled with pride. His younger brother was standing protectively over the pair. It was good of him, and Koan shot him a thankful glance, and an approving smile. He turned his thoughts back to Nocturnia. His voice cracked slightly, and even if it wasn't his place, he had to speak, and now.

"Why are you here, Nocturnia?" he said quietly. "What buisness do you have with my mate and this pack?"

[Caoimhe]

[glow=purple,2,300]The little femme’s brow furrowed with obvious disappointment as Nyobe snickered at her antics, but she merely raised her petite blunt muzzle bravely- but, much to her dismay, a pair of strong jaws gripped her scruff firmly and proceeded to carry her away from the elder Varg. Writhing, Caoimhe’s desperate attempts to see the wolf that clutched were in complete vain, for until she was set several yards from Nyobe the Varg’s identity was unknown. But as she whirled around, her cyan eyes alit of the face of the grizzled male as she yipped with delight, her voice shrieking, “Kop! Kop!”. His words were lost in her own flurry of excitement and the brindled pup rose on her lean hinds, her pose amazingly like that of the meadow hares that inhabited Ge-Rad. One ear was tilted comically to the side, whilst the other was held in an abnormal fashion above her head as a grin spread across her brown-silver maw. As he began urging her from her father, Kalli’s attention suddenly snapped back to her silver sire. “What happened, daddy?” She called, her voice knotted with fear. Her span of attention was less than that of a gnat as so as Kop’s hackles bristled and a low growl emitted from his throat; Caoimhe looked up as he did and the flash of amber that spoke of the talons of her falcon and her tail wagged emphatically. “Do you see him?” Kalli asked as she bounded towards her siblings. “He’s my guardian. Tarak.” Caoimhe boasted to the elder male. The breeze swayed the grasses around her and the cub dropped to a stalk, but turned around with a wide smile at her uncle’s mentioning of her name to Nyobe. “My dad is a warrior, and my mom is a healer.” Kalli spoke proudly.

From the bracken emerged a procession of wolves that rapt her for several minutes as she surveyed each one with a questioning gaze; the first was a slender black fae with violet orbs that immediately dazzled her; a silver fae followed not too far behind, and the last was lightly built with a thick tail that curled like her mother’s, and beside her was a young male puppy, whom Kalli instantly saw as another playmate. Each of the femme’s moved to sit or stand beside her dam, Lydair, and Caoimhe cocked her head, barking to each in turn excitedly. Kop became quiet and with a sudden stirring in her heart she turned to him, her azure orbs flashing a question. “What’s wrong Kop?” Kalli asked worriedly. But Kop ignored her question for the present time as he called out to the younger male that had bounced jollily behind the tan faemme; perking her ears she trotted forward to hear his name. Zenith. But she wrinkled her snout with dislike as Kop asked him to help he and Nyobe with the watching of the three cubs. Padding forward boldly the wolf hybrid puppy’s voice was entirely assuring. “Don’t worry Uncle Kop, I won’t be too much trouble.” She watched with a grin as Zenith giggled and grinned before placing himself squarely in front of Kop. Dropping to the ground, Caoimhe growled playfully and launched her bodice into the air, aiming for Zenith’s tan form. “Pinned you!” She yelled before leaping forward and running for Draeg’s elder son. Looking up at him, she blinked for a moment and became calm as she gazed at her uncle.

Her father’s voice broke through her thoughts and Kalli wheeled and looked towards him; Tarak’s shriek filled her ears and her head whipped to the sky, meeting her osprey’s black eyes. “Tarak,” she called, voice trailing as another voice- one of a young female cub- broke the air, calling to her mother. “Aunt Lydair? So…does that make you my…cousin?” Shrugging, Kalli swerved towards the silver cub, grinning. Suddenly, she stopped in mid-step, quivering. The femme was different, and her mind stirred. Tarak, above her, clacked gently, and she understood. Moving towards the front of Chilaili, the cub’s left eye was anomalous silver, a blurred orb. Carefully positioning herself to the right of the femme, Kalli, although she didn’t know why, intuitively knew that Kop had raised his voice only to be heard by Chilaili. And so she did the same. “I’m Kalli.” Turning to Zenith, she dipped her head towards him. “And this is Zen-“ Chilaili was racing towards her uncle. A protective air suddenly came about her and she leapt into a run after Chilaili, sliding to a stop in front of Kop. Staring at the blind fae, Caoimhe wriggled backwards until she was pressed against the foreleg of her grizzled uncle, but as he licked her forehead, Kalli didn’t know whether to tense or relax. For once the arrival of new cubs didn’t stir her motions, she stood steadily by Kop, raising her muzzle before curiosity finally got the better of her and she stiffly walked towards them, glancing backwards at Kop nearly forlornly and then turning her head to view the two before her. A fae and a mann. The male darted after Chilaili, a blur of tan beside the stark black of the female. “I’m Caoimhe.” She said, sitting down before the she-cub. “What’s your name?”

Above, Tarak suddenly launched himself from the tree with a savage cream, one that only a flying putnar could achieve, and he alit on another branch just a few feet above Kalli. It was another Varg, and one that did not seem so friendly in air. Several moments later, a fierce snarl ripped the clearing and a mammoth-sized Varg stalked towards them, his eyes cold but deep, gleaming silver. The cub shook as he approached her mother, but as he spoke of protecting herself, Koude, and Kaemon she consented to his appearance and pranced forward, her head cocked as she gazed up at him. “Hello,” she said cheerfully. “I’m Kalli. I’m Lydair’s daughter. And Koan’s. Who are you?” All fear drifted from the she-cub, and she tentatively sniffed the colossal mann before pawing at his thick leg. Behind her she heard every Varg still and quiet, or drop their voice, assuring another. Turning round with a small frown she saw Kop standing protectively over Skep and Ayasha, and her own siblings a little ways off. Looking round for Zenith and Chilaili she caught sight of them as well but she shrugged and turned back to the hulking male before her. Nyobe speaking to her father brought an ear to be flicked in recognition to the sounds behind her, and then her scarred sire moving forward. His voice was quiet, nearly uneven, as if he didn’t feel entirely secure with the ebony Varg about. “Nocturnia?” She asked to herself, before falling quiet. [/glow]

[Lydair]

Lydair had turned from her friends for a moment, watching, amused, as Kop interacted with her cubs, and then Nyobe. The pack was so friendly, so accepting of new life. She had watched her grizzled- half-brother, she supposed –with curious eyes, but his moment of resentment had passed and she gave him an approving smile. The cobalt healer could understand why he might hesitate to acknowledge the tan hybrid pup as his own half-brother, but when he did, and willingly, she smiled and turned back to Uskiya. “Well,” the small hybrid teased with a grin, “I’m so sorry for what you have missed. After all, I am your sister, and I can’t possibly think of anything better you had to do than see my cubs first off. And how are your children? Are they well?” Chilaili hurdled into the scene, and the fae was delighted to see her niece had grown confident, even with her hindrances. “Chilaili!” Lydair called, her plumed tassel slapping the ground, “Come let Aunt Lydair see how you’ve grown!” Lowering her voice, she smiled warmly to her silver sister. “She’s so confident, beside her blindness! And where are Ayasha and Skep? Surely they’re-” The two cubs, the first lunging after his sibling with a happy cry, and the second lagging before Kop’s ushering moved her forward, stopped Lydair; her own daughter, Kalli, stopped before the ebony cub with a grin, asking of her name. “Ayasha,” Lydair called gently, “Why don’t you go with Kalli and see your other cousins?” The black fea had always worried Lydair, for she rarely had a smile for her blind and deaf sister, instead embracing a chilling pool of resentment that pricked her cobalt-and-white aunt’s heart. Ayasha seemed to always long for the attention Skep gave Laili, and although they were close, as siblings went, it was true Skep was becoming closer and closer to his handicapped sister. But he wasn’t the only male that had taken a particular interest in Chilaili- Trile, the male she regarded as her brother, had become what seemed to Lydair as ‘smitten’ with the young cub, for use of a better word. Oft the beige hunter had been teased by the hybrid, but she never liked to press the matter for fear it would embarrass Trile and cause him to drift from the young femme. But as Chilaili charged to Kop, only to ask of her white companion, Lydair grinned, mentally reminding herself to berate the younger Varg about it the next time she passed him. Yet it had become the same with Kop and Caoimhe, though he did not look after her, with a soft sparkle in his eyes, as his smaller brother did. The grizzled dragga paid close watch to Kalli, it was true, and seemed to drawn to her, but Lydair knew, sometime soon, he would find a femme that he would truly love, and Caoimhe would, then, be definitely nothing more than a happy-go-lucky niece. She smiled wryly and looked once more to Caoimhe as she stood by Kop, and sighed gently with a small chuckle.

From the bracken before her a great paw stepped from the shadows, revealing a colossal lupine, his eyes a piercing silver, her gleaming fangs bared in a ferocious snarl that shook the trees. Glaring round him, he seemed to frighten at first Kop and then her daughter as he strolled toward her. Her cyan eyes flashed blue-green and she yipped with delight, her thick tail wagging ecstatically, sweeping a hole in the air itself. His air kept her rapt for a brief moment, and it certainly held the audience before him with a dramatic flourish. His muscles rippled beneath a thick onyx pelt and she gazed at him with a nod to herself; the last time she had stumbled upon the towering Varg in had been in the bitter blizzard of the mountains, where he had lain, amazingly, close to death. Had Draeg not found her then, they might both still be laying atop the crested peak, a mute testimony to the merciless crags. Staring at his eyes, Lydair searched for the daunting flicker of madness that seemed to linger for days before finally disappearing; in such time she was considerably wary of the psychotic male but when she mentioned her cubs the godfather’s steely orbs seemed to soften and their glaze would clear. As he padded towards her now, she approached him, dipping her head with a wide grin, but it fell to a serious frown as he spoke. “I am sure Draeg would have a reason to resent you if he saw you in his lands, but as he is not here it is not my Dragga’s wrath we need fear.” Turning to her Drappa, whose belly was abnormally rounded, Lydair pushed her paws forward in a bow of reverence. “Cwen,” She spoke softly, dropping her gaze from the Drappa’s face. “Do you mind if Nocturnia visits with my cubs for awhile, or does he have to leave?” Certainly his presence was not of that of a Sarnes Varg, like Shunke, and she, even if she alone, trusted the enormous male with her cub’s life. Turning back to raven-pelted kerl she raised unsteadily onto her hind paws to nuzzle him affectionately.

A pair of yes bore into her, and Lydair turned with an innocent smile to see her beloved mate. “Koan, relax. Please. He won’t hurt anyone; there would be no point, and I doubt her would anyway.” He stepped backwards, and her eyes gleamed, unsure of her mate’s reactions. “And I didn’t invite him here, so please, nobody think that I would dare to place Ge-Rad in danger. Kop, this is Nocturnia…everybody.” Gazing now at Koan, her cyan orbs pleading, she spoke. “He is the godfather of your cubs.” Nervously, her paws kneaded the ground as her gaze shifted to Cwen. “If I must, I can meet with him outside of Ge-Rad packlands.” Much to her surprise, Caoimhe flounced toward the pair, her eyes wide and her face alight. “Kalli, this is your godfather, Nocturnia. Nocturnia…this is Caoimhe. Her…guardian, Tarak.” Glancing to her side, she jerked her head towards the peregrine falcon. “My sons, Koude and Kaemon. Children!” Her voice rose, and over the females she sat with she saw them. “The one nearly identical to my mate is Koude; the tan cub is Kaemon.” Again her voice had struck a proud note, and Lydair beamed up at him. To her side, Koan’s voice sliced through the voices, uneasy and quiet. “He won’t hurt them, Koan.” Lydair assured him, taking a step towards the scarred warrior. “He’s their godfather. That’s…that’s a pact that cannot be broken.”

[Koan]

"So.. you gave the cubs a godfather alread. I see." Koan said stiffly. His amber eyes glowed in his steel hued skull, and he shook his head. "Fine. I take your word that he won't hurt our cubs. But I can't simply forget the past. " He looked at Nocturnia. "I still don't know whether I respect or fear you, Nocturnia."

The male shot his mate a look. He sighed a little, and shook his gray head. "Lydair... I need to talk to you, alone, soon."

Anger, that was what he truely felt. His mate had chosen a godparent without even asking him! They were his cubs too, their cubs! And she.. she chose him as their godfather... Koan was leery, worried, and afraid.

He sighed, and lay down, staring about at all the cubs. He felt bitter anguish rise up in him. What was becoming of his family, already. He felt as if he was loseing them.. all of them.

[Nocturnia Diiore]

Ooc: [I'm not posting until one of the alphas posts - I couldn't really scout anything out that I needed to reply to. (: ]

[Kaemon]

The reddish tan cub ferreted about, suddenly board of listening to the others. He didn’t completely understand what was going on, or even if these wolves were part of his pack, his family. He knew his siblings- the blackish one, Koude. Caoimhe, the brindled pup, was his sister. A bird, Tarak, often followed the little she pup, for reasons Kaemon did not know. The cobalt fae, was his mother; he knew that. The scarred gun gray male, that was his father. But the others?

Kaemon eyed the others, new names, new faces. The large silver fae- “Grandma Cwen,” Kaemon’s mother had said; along with “Grandpa Draeg”. Another cub, yet older than Kaemon, was “Uncle Kop“. It was apparent that Caoimhe had taken a fetish too, calling his name. Nyobe, a silver off white Varg (is that right?) was also present; along with a black Amaya. The gray fae- Uskiya, and a tan hybrid- Firefly gathered round. Firefly also had a liter of her own, a cub named Zenith. But then three more cub popped in, Chilaila, Skep, and Ayasha. They were all siblings, just like Koude, Kalli, and himself.
A large, black Varg entered, one that seemed to make his father uptight. Kaemon cocked his head in interest, only to realized it was probably “grown-up business”.

Confused, he was. So many faces, so many names. The pup had nothing better to do, but snap at his sister’s tail. But he was soon distracted, by the large, full tail his father carried. Moving toward the tassel, temptation kicked in. . .

[Koan]

The gray male, laying where he was was vunerable to the attack's by his cubs. He hadn't really considered this fact that the younger wolves would belive him to be a viable target for their games. He suddenly felt something knawing at his tail, and in confusion, his head snapped around, trying to see the cause of this sudden discomfort. He stared in amusement at the tiny red-tan wolf cub that had latched upon his tail.

With no small pride, he knew that this was his son; his flesh and blood, as much as the others. It made his heart swell a little, and as he gave his son a mock glare, he couldn't help but let a smile creep across his muzzle.

"And what exactly do you think your doing, Kaemon?" he growled, his voice gruff. "That's my tail, thank you, and I like it where it is, so if you don't mind not tearing it off.?" He grinned now, and prodded the young wolf cub with his nose, his amber eyes no longer hard chips of orange-gold; now more like warm fires then cold pits. He rose, pulling his tail free, and moved behind his son, laying instead behind him. Gently, Koan took his sons tail his teeth, and chuckled. "Oh how the tables have turned..." he laughed.