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"You have your claws, your fangs. I wield a different type of weapon."

Calypso | Female | 3 years | Caretaker (Head)
Mentions: Mercy; Silk; Silk's Pups

Attention was ripped away from Mercy as Silk whined, uncharacteristic of the tough Brawler, apparently ready for her own litter finally. The inky woman struggled, soon to be aided by Calypso's sturdy form, towards a cushy nest. The stare of sharp yellow eyes instilled a sort of pity within the Caretaker, who observed the birth with her own rendition of anxiety. "Alright, Silk," she began, tone lowered in a maternal murmur. She had her work cut out for her today. "Just push, cariña¹" she encouraged, Spanish inflection invading her words as it often did when she was stressed or anxious, "Just like you saw Diputada² Mercy do."

Unlike Mercy's, this birth was successful. Two healthy cubs. Two brand new pack members. One happy mother. One grieving. "Two daughters. They're beautiful, Silk," she whispered, seeking to touch noses with the newest mother, "I'll bet Beta Vladimir will be beside himself with elation. Have you thought of names?"

"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: Leaving the Courtyard

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Brooke || Care Taker ||
Location: Whelping Den || Mentions: Kao, Kanti, Tillian, Roman, Aediean

Brooke watched her playful puppies with a soft amber gaze. Even the runt had shown excitement to be out of the cave, playing with his bigger sister. The mother of the two had begun to lick Kao in a lazy fashion until Kanti charged at her. With a tail tucked and ears down, Brooke immediately knew she was scared. A painful scream had come from the whelping den, so the caretaker was not surprised to see her daughter run to her. Brooke assumed Silk was giving birth, as a fresh scent of blood and new lives filled her charcoal nose. After all, Mercy hadn't shown any sign of further distress before Brooke had left the den. However, it was Tillian's reaction that worried his mother. He was running towards the very sound he was frightened of. Brooke would have sent a calming bark his way to encourage him back to her, but his father came in to save the day. The caretaker felt a rush of excitement to see her Alpha with his son. They were not mates, but Brooke cared a great deal for Roman and seeing him with his young was a lovely sight. She shuffled closer, or as close as her sleeping son would allow. The distance she crawled was enough to feel the Alpha's cold nose against her pelt. Her nose would point to the ground to show she was still aware of his rank despite the shared pups. After all, it was her job as a brood mother to have and care for Roman's young. It seemed as though she would only bare Roman's pups since Vladimir had settled with Silk and unless a male found himself a place as a Champion, Brooke would not know another man's touch.

The caretaker's ear dropped as Mercy passed with her dead pup held in her silver jaws. It was a sad sight that Brooke hoped she'd never have to do herself. Burying of a lost prospect was not exactly a relaxing or fun activity. Brooke eventually turned her attention back to her Alpha. "Both Mercy and Silk have had their pups. Mercy with two," she paused. If Roman had seen his sister pass, he would have seen one dangling limp in her teeth. "And Silk with two as well." Brooke looked at Tillian who lay between his father's front paws. If Aediean did in fact follow the Alpha, Brooke would fight to hide her dismay. She had not been blind to Roman's interested in the beautiful she-wolf. Despite her job as a caretaker, and as only a mother to the Caesar's young, Brooke found herself... jealous. The earth covered wolfess gave a subtle shake to her head to try and shake the thoughts from her mind.

Kanti | Infant | 3 weeks

The pup lifted her head from her mother's fur as she heard a familiar voice and spotted her father with Tillian. Kanti got up and walked over to him with a confident air, all her previous worries forgotten as she currently had a small attention span. She noticed after a moment that Roman's attention was on Brooke and Tillian and, well, that just wouldn't do. She wanted, no, she needed, his attention.

Kanti thought for a moment as best as her little mind could then walked around to Roman's side. She aimed to climb on top of his shoulder and, if this was accomplished without anyone stopping her, it would be done so clumsily and with much scrabbling for a grip until her butt was firmly planted in the hollow between his shoulder blades. She would then put her front paws on the back of his neck and aim to sink her sharp little teeth into one of his ears.

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If they aren't going to fall for you,
Don't fall for them

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Aedeian | Female | 3 (1/2) years | Worthy
Location: Forest (Skipped Hunt)
Mentions: Roman, Brooke, Tillian, Kanti, Mercy

"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: Courtyard

Kanti | Infant | 3 weeks

Whether or not Tillian was able to reach her and paw at her, Kanti took no notice of him as she was too absorbed in her current task. With a little help from Aedeian, the pup was finally on her father's back and had gotten ahold of his ear. She heard the other female's words but didn't understand them and didn't respond back, what with an ear in her mouth and what not. Kanti was about to start chewing when Roman shook his head. Instinctively, she growled as she tried to hold on and maintain her balance at the same time but alas, she lost her footing and fell to the side. Jaws tightened their hold on the ear but they were not yet strong enough to hold up her body weight and her grip slipped causing her to fall to the ground. Kanti landed on her bum then fell backwards. She quickly rolled onto her belly and stood again followed by a shake of her fur. She was just about to attack Roman's face when he lifted his head up and howled. The pup plopped her butt on the ground and tilted her head as she listened and watched him for a few seconds before instinct kicked in. She lifted her head and howled alongside him. Or at least, gave her best impression of a howl. It was high pitched and broken frequently for breath so that sometimes it sounded more like yapping then anything. While only being 3 weeks and her personality just starting, she was already showing a lot of determination and resilience.

If they aren't going to fall for you,
Don't fall for them

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Aedeian | Female | 3 (1/2) years | Worthy
Location: Forest (Skipped Hunt)
Mentions: Roman, Brooke, Tillian, Kanti, Mercy

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Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses

There was a stagnant scent of birth and stale blood wafting throughout the courtyard now and the distinctive smells wafted within Vladimir's uneasy nostrils. Hackles lifted at the potential lure to predators, chest swelling with air and releasing harshly. A glance at Roman suggested he also recognized the threat. For now, however, the onyx beta's priority was the well-being of the pack's  newest mothers who both happened to be of special and intimate concern to Vladimir. Eager feet would begin propelling him towards the den, though  Mercy's appearance would slow him to a halt. Expression of pride and elation woud fade from his face at the limp body hanging from her maw, a sickening feeling lurching in the pit of his liver filled gut. There was so much pain reflecting in his sibling's eyes and the realization of what had occured saddened the brother exponentially. Yes, the death of the pup was unfortunate and brought on feelings of grief and unhappines. But it wasn't the dead offspring that constricted his chest; it was the obvious void that would have been left in Mercy at the devastating loss of a child she had lovingly carried within her womb for these few recent months.

Foreleg shifted in preparation to follow Mercy and potentially comfort her, but hesitation prevented him from following through. What could he say to her now that would take the pain away? There would be nothing his words could improve if they could not revive the child. Vladimir knew he must let her grieve alone while the fresh wound stung, and the idea of Silk having birthed their own offspring drew his concern glance back to the whelping den entrance. Mercy's mournful howl resonated in his triangular ears, his own maw expelling an instinctive haunting harmony that would merge into the choir forming. As his head returned to its normal position, Vladimir knew he could wait no longer to check on the mother within. With a last distracted glance about the courtyard that noted everyone's occupied attention, the beta would be swallowed up in the den on his search for Silk and her pups. Their pups.

A whine would slip his scarred leathered jowls, faint but obvious to the new mother that lay near. Warmth swelled within him at the reflection of the sooty duo that wiggled within the velvet fur of Silk's underside. The anticipation that had built up within the male had surprised even him, almost as much as the amount of relief that swallowed him at the signs of robust health in the small litter. What had apparently been held breath would finally release with relaxed ease, gaze attempting to meet the mother's pridefully in the dim lighting of the den. If she'd allow him, the brute's head would lean into her own, affectionate muzzle burying into her fur. Endearing licks would flick at her head and face, "Glad to see the birth went well for all." His mind would not have forgotten Mercy and the unexpected death. Vladimir would not move towards his daughters yet, as they were immediately fresh from the womb. It was something the beast was leary of, touching freshly born wolves, afraid of disrupting the unique and individual bonding experience of the mother. "What will they be called?" the male would inquire, voice low and curious as he peered at them with wonderment.