la jeune fille marquée (birthing); Gryffen & Leck

[Gryffen]

The boy is strong and he snarls and kicks furiously, his wolf cub made in his own image. Pity he hadn’t inherited the trademark red eyes that ran in his family. Still, this one he could truly use. This one he plans to create in his own image. It seems it won’t be hard, he already is filled with rage and spitting fire. It reminds him of himself when he had been a child. Very similar indeed. However if the child doesn’t cooperate then it will pull his charade with Minette into tatters and pieces. So he steps closer to his son, his muzzle nudging the boy to his feet. He fears nothing especially not from his own child. ”Now now none of that.” He urges the colt, a rather commanding look sent from father to son.  There would be time for that later. ”You’re hungry aren’t you Leck?” He encourages him quietly, gesturing to his mother. ”You’ll need your Mother for that.” He gives him a wisp of a smile before he moves back to the mare’s side. ”He will come around. Boys will be boys and he is definitely quite the boy.” He laughs, pleased with what Minette had birthed for him. ”He’s a handsome fellow. I’m very proud of you both.” A knowing look. ”I know you will want him to stay with you but he’s quite headstrong already. When he’s old enough I’d like for him to go the Chamber. Perhaps Warship would be able to mentor him, give him some training. We can make a better future for him.” He looks at Minette as if looking for her permission. Of course he has full intentions of doing most of the training. Leck will be his fathers son, of that he is sure. He nuzzles the mare when she looks away but his eyes stay locked on his son and they narrow. For boys will be boys wouldn’t they? Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf