The pitch male had been keeping himself hidden in the trees, watching the borders, awaiting any newcomers. Amaya felt kind of dead. He wanted life to flourish here, but not for reasons like Beartooth of Tarben. Crowe did not want warriors. He wanted life. The ram skull covered head whipped at Echo’s call for him. ”Crowe, it’s time! They’re coming!”. He had been keeping an eye on her lately as her stomach grew. He knew she was supposed to be due any day now, and could not help but be just a little bit excited. He always had walked away from other females who may have produced children, however, this felt different. It felt…right. His wings brought him down from a thick branch which he was perched in and glided towards Echo’s den. He had arrived just as Echo had began pushing.

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There lay 5 pups at Echo’s side, the first almost being a lookalike to himself, but instead of a black pelt, the male pup donned a grey pelt. The second pup also was coated in a grey pelt, but she had a horn like her mother, magenta in coloring. The three remaining pups mimicked their mother’s pelt, all having the white tipped tail, one having an extra white blaze on his chest and one with a white snout. What made them differ was their bloodlines. The third pup was a female with wings like his. The fourth pup and fifth pups, both males, were more similar, both having a singular horn like their mother and a skull on their head like their father, however, the first male’s horn was red and the skull had horns, while the second had a horn spiraled with blue and coral and a skull eerily like a crocodile. Crowe could not even fathom how much it may have hurt to give birth to those last two, given the skull and the horn.

”What names did you have in mind, Alpha Crowe?” Echo had spoken softly, to which Crowe turned his head towards her and smile. ”Echo, my dear. I had a few ideas in mind – for the girls, Cruella and Salem I believe would be fitting. For the boys, Facilier, Chiodos, and Talon. Would you like to choose who gets what names?” He spoke softly in return to the tired lass. He would have to go hunt a rabbit or something to get her energy up after the birth. However, the pitch male would wait until he got a response on the naming.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."