The Khan was growing restless, his beloved was to have her children any day now. A smile was fit on his face normally, especially around her. He was giddy with excitement for having children of his own, and if they looked anything like the two of them they’d be strong and gorgeous themselves. Lova and her mother seemed to be growing closer, which made him feel happy - Yet some guilt remained. Word was spreading, Beartooth was losing his mind. The Dane King was spiraling into madness, plunging Tarben into a constant state of chaos. Sure, they had numbers, but at the cost of near constant war? The most recent news was Prince Odins soulmate being stolen away from Tarbens soil, and Princess Skadi was missing. In retaliation, rumors surfaced that Beartooth was using a tactic similar to Hawthorne. Sabertooths royal line was to feel pain, and quake at Tarben. While he knew war was expected, why cause more frustration and dirty Tarbens name?
He sighed at the thought, often he wondered if he should do the honorable thing and end the packs suffering. He couldn’t stand to do that to Lova though, that was her father. What would her mother think of him? Queen Soraya was sweet. His thoughts came to a quick halt as he paced the borders. Lova’s call broke through the air, and he knew that it meant it was time. Their little children were coming. His heart sped up as he ran to their lakeside den, slowing to a walk as he entered so he didn’t startle her. “I’m here my love.” He spoke softly, nestling in beside her to do what he could to help her through this.
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A smile was permanently on his lips once more as he watched his wife with their children, her nuzzling each of them. “I promise, you’ll grow up safe and protected..” His eyes went back to his beloved, that was what they were meant to do. Make a safe and protected space for them. That was what they needed to grow up, not war and fighting over women. His smile still stayed as she made eye contact with him. “Would you like to help me name them, my dear? I would love the help.” He gave a nod, looking them over. Five little ones, all seeming to take after their mothers stature ~ Maned wolves. Yet most of them were unlike any maned wolf he’d ever seen, having his coloring. One mimicking it’s mothers fur, yet sharing his ivory coloring on her tail tip and muzzle, spotting her face as well, with feather patches and wings ~ Another peafowl like himself. “Perhaps, Tora for this little girl? It means Goddess in your family's culture if I’m not mistaken.” He spoke softly, his eyes looking to another, a mix of black and white swirling around her pelt. Russet spotted her face. “Astrid for this one. Beautiful and fair.” He smiled. His eyes looked to another swirled one, or russet and white. The boy was marvelous, and shared the feather patches and wings. “Erik, it’s a name for a King or for power.” He looked back to his beloved. “What are your thoughts, dear? There’s still two more who need names too.” He said with a smile. “They’re all so beautiful, so perfect.” He nuzzled into her nape.
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