@adeptial said: the yaksha, seated amongst an excitable wriggly mass of new wolf pups tentatively picked one up. razor had said these were babies, not nearly as fragile as human babies, but babies nonetheless. relaxing their arms and bringing the puppy in closer, they flinched when it decided to lick at their face, hot breath and dog spit making them wrinkle their nose.
IN HIS YEARS WITH THE PACK, razor has become one of the main caretakers for pups after they’re born. the mother is always present, they nurse and imprint on her first, but razor’s unique skills in his human traits have made caring for and teaching them easier to do. every mating season, he helps during the birthing process, helps clean and care for until they become old enough to not need a chaperon on hunts. it’s less than a month after the last litter was born, his time away from his pack is severely limited as one can assume. so his newest companion, a rather curt adepti who shared his respect for the wind spirits, had to come visit him this time.
they seemed adverse to touch, at first. something razor thinks may have to do with their nature of fighting. but he assures as best he can, claims their mother wouldn’t let them near her litter if she didn’t trust in them. wolves have sense like that. can tell bad people, and good people, he said.
the pups, like all curious babies, clamber over their newest companion as xiao seats themselves among them. tails wagging, they sniff and nip with sharp baby teeth and yap when one feels as though yaksha isn’t paying attention to it enough.
“see? they like you,” he moves closer, close enough to grab one of the pups (the smallest, the one his brothers and sisters tend to push out of the way at feeding time) and hold him in his arms, “pups don’t judge like humans do.”
