acctually here.
Hiro, however, was just glad he had gotten here when he had. A few minutes later and Mist probably would be dead. It would have been more ideal if he'd gotten there maybe a minute earlier, but he was content with what he'd achieved. All Mist had taken from the male beast was a few scratches and a bite mark on her neck. Breathing out, he licked the blood away from the minor injuries. He was so happy to be with her again that he'd forgotten she had given birth. However, he remembered as soon as he saw her curled around something. It was their pups. He smiled at her and licked her nose. The only thing he wasn't sure of, was why exactly was Mist looking at him like the way she was. She had seen him looking at her curled up body so she must know he wanted to see the pups.
"Mist? Is something wrong?" He asked, giving her a confused look.
Mist shook her head and sighed. "No Hiro. It's just, when i gave birth, something went wrong. I'm not sure what but. . . they died. Only one survived" she spoke in a quiet tone. Looking down at the ground and eyes closed. This news came unexpected to Hiro. To be honest, he was shocked. He frowned and shook his head. "That's. . . unfortunate. I wish I could have been here with you."

Mist opened her eyes and looked up at Hiro. Her golden eyes looking into his. "I, too, wish the same" she then uncoiled her body and allowed Hiro to take a look at their son. "I've named him Kalgorn."
Hiro looked down from her eyes to the small pup laying at her stomach, looking over his small body. Taking in his brown and white pelt and the white Z on his back. "Kalgorn eh? Looks like he's inherited my fur." He looked back up at Mist grinning up at her, doing his best to hide his grief that all their other pups had died. He didn't care to know how many there had been, knowing how many of them had died would probably upset him even more.

"And your eyes." Mist smiled. "He's got the most beautiful eyes, just like his father." She leaned toward him and nuzzled his neck. Rubbing her muzzled against the wet fur of his neck. She was so glad to see him that her hunger had been forgotten for the time being, thankfully.
Hiro chuckled at her words, his eyes drifting back down to his son. "I just want to ask you something. The Z on his back, any idea what that is?" He had noticed it immediately and couldn't make much sense of it. Normally, when someone is born with a mark like this on their back, there'd be some kind of prophecy. However, he knew nothing of any kind of prophecy that involved a male wolf with a white Z on his back. That acctually relieved him more than anything. Those characters always went through the hardest and roughest times. Often they would die at a young age or come close to dieing several times. He didn't want his son to have to go through that. He wasn't going to raise him to be a coward, he would be brave and strong. But he didn't want to see his son die before he did.

"No. I know no more about it than you. All I can say about it, is that it's just an oddly shaped spot. Maybe it was supposed to just be a spot. You know, with this codominace thing he's got with his genes. I haven't given in much thought."
Hiro layed down behind her. Pulling her and Kalgorn closer to him. He was bone tired and the prospect of sleep was more than welcome. "Let's get some sleep. We can talk more tomorrow, right now, im just so tired." His head rested on her shoulder, he closed his eyes. He heard Kalgorn make a small sleepy grunt before dozing off as well. Mist fell asleep last. She had to wait for sleep to take her. Not that she minded though, it gave her more time to enjoy the gentle inhales and exhales from Hiro. But, at last, she finally drifted off. All three of them sleeping as a family, she had never felt more happy with her life.

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A month had passed since Kalgorn was born. In all this time, Hiro had stayed with Mist. She urged him on several occasions to go check on The Inca Pack but he never would go. She offered to go with him but, as she had known he would, he wouldn't hear of it. Kalgorn may be able to walk and talk and everything now, but he insisted on waiting until Kalgorn could fight back if he was attacked. Which meant they'd have to wait another month or two.

While that might seem long, it wasn't really. With The Inca Pack in the paws of Fira, Hiro was confident she could lead them to the right path. Hopefully, the famine will have lifted and the threatening war with The Anglo Pack would have been avoided. Since Kalgorn couldn't be left alone just yet, and he still wasn't old enough to hunt, Hiro was still hunting down food and bringing it to Mist to keep her alive. It also provided Kalgorn with a meal too.

Having already decided he would, Hiro planned on teaching Kalgorn how to fight. He was going to prepare his son for the world as best he could. The day he was going to begin training him was only a week away. The same day he started hunting, he figured it would be a good idea. Once Kalgorn caught something, he could practice fighting it. The only flaw with this plan though, was that things small pups were able to catch tended to fly or run off as soon as they got the chance. If only there was something Kalgorn could practice on.

Right now, however, wasn't the time to be contemplating such matters. He was out hunting food for Mist. He, himself, was hungry as well so hunting down prey was fine by him. If he could catch something of decent size, maybe it'd be able to fill him, Mist, and Kalgorn up. So, with his sights set on large prey, he sniffed a few times, attempting to pick up the scent of lunch. After a few minutes of patient, quiet sniffing and slow movements, he smell something. The only thing was, it wasn't exactly what he'd expected to smell.

It wasn't a vore or arctic fox or anything like that, it was the smell of something familiar. He'd only just had an encounter with one just over a month ago. It was a wolverine. Only, it wasn't just one, but three. His senses became alert and he tensed up. Ready to fight them off if they attacked. He wasn't sure yet if they were headed for him, or if they were just passing by. Tracking their own lunch as well. But that idea brought up the thought that maybe he was their lunch.

Padding quickly away from the scent, he did his best to ignore their scent. He was still on his guard, but he had something he needed to be doing. And after a few more minutes of sniffing, the scent of the wolverines had doubled. They were getting too close. He looked over his shoulder to see if they were behind him or not and felt relieved when he saw nothing. When he looked back around, what he saw startled him so much he almost had a heart attack. Directly in front of him was the growling figure of a wolverine. His blood red eyes baring into his. Hiro found he was rooted to the spot, he tried to back away but couldn't. Nothing was preventing him from doing so, but the thoughts going through his head kept him where he stood. He figured once he moved, it would set the wolverine off and he'd attack. Which brought up the question: where were the other two?

He didn't speak, he didn't make any noise at all, He barely even breathed. All he could hear was the sound of growling. After a minute or so, two other growls joined the current one. What was he supposed to do now? He could fight off one wolverine, maybe two. But deffinatly not three. He began racking his brain for some kind of ploy to get away from them. He had to stop shortly afterwords though because just then, the wolverine barely a few inches from him spoke. His voice deep and every syllable full of hatred. His fangs bared, saliva dripping down from them in long ropes. "You're going to pay for what you did to Thesa!"
Hiro didn't know what made him say it. It was sheer stupidity, but before he could stop himself, he was talking right back to the enraged beast. "Thesa? Sounds like a girls name. Sorry, i thought he was male."
Big mistake. Even for a wolf with his strength and speed, three wolverines was deadly. If he made one wrong move or didn't move fast enough, it was over. As soon as those words rolled off his tongue, the wolverines attacked. The one closest to him lunged forward. Being not even a foot away in the first place, there was virtually no time for Hiro to react. Not chance at all for avoiding the collision. The wolverines strong frame rammed into his chest, knocking him backwards and onto his back. Out of instinct, he put his arms up infront of him and felt the chest of the wolverine crash into them. His fangs was just a mere inch away from his throat. But that was just one stopped. There was still two others. He lifted his legs underneath the mad creatures stomach and gave a strong kick, flipping the beast off him.

Hiro was up on his paws in a heartbeat. Braced for an attack from another. But he wasn't prepared for the direction he was hit next. He'd expected to see another charge at him or jump at him from the front of behind. When two sets of razor sharp claws tore into his side from the left, it took him by complete surprise and a yelp escaped him. Growling, he turned to look at the wolverine just in time to watch it sink its fangs into his side as well. He gritted his teeth against the pain and swung at it with a paw. Missing by only a fraction of an inch. It got the wolverine off him though.

Maybe it was his near hit or maybe it wasn't. In any case, he felt the body of another wolverine collide with his and he stumbled sideways. Reacting instantly, jumping toward his attacker and closing his jaws around whatever they reached first. In this case, it was the throat. Perfect, one down two to go. Or so he had thought. After hearing the cry "Carson!" a set of fangs closed powerfully around his leg. As a result, he had to let go of the wolverine, Carson, to save his leg from being broken. He managed to get the wolverine to free his leg by sinking his teeth