Birth of a New Life.

[Storyline]

Dark coal femme rested in a courner, her breath was quicken here and there, but overall - the caretaker was just dandy. She mumbled to herself - wishing she would never go through that pain again. But who knows, she might.

As the pup slept in the warmth of the den - and Story's coal fur, all Story could do was just sit there and watch over the new Aldora half-breed packmember. Unlike the heaven & hell mixes, this one was a hyena & heaven mix, and some of her kind might shun the little thing - but others don't have such cold hearts. As she looked around, the den was empty for all but herself and the pup. She could tell a heavy storm was making it's way through the domain, doubling Story's worry factor about the alphess and all the rest.

[Lu]

Zibah really couldn't care less about the storm anymore. Not after everything that happened during the gathering, that's for sure. Sea blue orbs scanned the distance aimlessly and she shivered slightly at the cool temperature; some kind of weird craze she obtained ever since the winter had started torturing her and the rest of the heavenhounds. The glint of her gaze, therefore, was now forever gone. There was something wicked about her, some trait of her personality that had became more obvious, as she aged. The alphess was no more the kind hearted temptress her companions knew. She was cold, paranoid, and did not like when others approached her or her newborn spawn. Physically, a few changes had occurred too. Her bangs were longer, in her lips she carried a venomous smirk, and one of her long ears were somehow pierced. Maybe she had some kind of close contact to a human being, but nobody could tell, specially because at this time of the year it was not easy to detect something different about others' scents.

However, this night she had left both heirs, Illness and Maime, under the care of their sire, Boneskull. The now grumpy elder femme was tired of just laying around her den all day, and not being able to do anything but feed her offspring and watch them pounce at eachother blindly.

Feeling her coat impestiated by the annoying snowflakes, bitch decided it was a good time to visit her subordinates, and see how they were doing. Her first choise, luckily for the worried caretaker, was Storyline's. Entering the den without even asking for permission or greetings, Zibah shook the snow off her outline and settled right next to her packmate her her kids, looking at them nonchalantly. She was posing upon hindquarters, dominant stance taken at the moment the stepped in. "Hey."

[Storyline]

Story's lime ears perked up at sound making out side of the safety in the pack's den. "Mhmm?" she mumbled to herself, holding her pup close in case it was another she didn't know. Her tail tugged her pup close, careful onto not waking Kodiak up. Then the other walked in, thus making her relaxed as a fat bear. "Zi.." she whispered out, careful not to spook the pup awake.

Storyline did not mind that Zi barged into the den without any noticed - she did find it after all. Her tail loosened on the pup, seeing how she was relaxed and all. "Hai," she whispered once more, also not paying any mind to Zi's new look.

[Lu]

Once the formal salutations were shared between both companions, she decided to take a look at the newborn spawn. Funny. Even though she was a mother also, Zibah was never very found of the young. Yes, before this whole sudden change of personality, she could even think of they as 'cute' little things, but now they were completely annoying and indeed a little detestable. Not Storyline's in particular, of course.

Snorting at her own thoughts, she allowed her massive body to rest upon the ground, wings enfolding her carefully. Bitch shot the profane glance back at the caretaker. They really didn't have a good subject to talk, did they? Zibah hasn't seen her in days. Anyway, she'd have to say something, anything, to break the silence.

"So.", she mumbled, resting skull between both perfectly-shaped forelimbs. "How have you been?"