"My love, there's so much I need to tell you, about the last.. well.. two seasons. You passed out one night, and I tried everything in my power to wake you up. I wasn't able too. I'd been so worried.. your breathing had become so shallow, I thought I was losing you.. Every day you continued to nurture our pups inside you.. Slowly, your tails began to disappear. I noticed immediately, and no one knew what was happening. The magic here is strong. But you did sprout a horn - I know some other wolves have this too." He spoke gently, as not to startle her. He then took a deep breath, and launched into his story about the recent going ons. "There was a war. You knew it had been coming before you fell asleep. Well, it took place. It ended with Tarben and Hawthorne coming to a truce with their daughters. Phobus is not to leave the lands of Tarben unless he's wanting death. For now, everything is calm." He murmured, slightly wincing from the gash on his leg, but it didn't matter right now. What mattered was Wiseria and their pups. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for the birth my love. We were coming back from the war with our dead.. Tybalt and Weiss perished in battle, Kratos will be holding a funeral soon. But the pups are finally here." Helius gave her a reassuring smile, his golden eyes locking on hers. He knew she was probably scared, terrified of what had happened to her. He wanted to make sure she knew that she was safe.

"Shall we name them, my love?"