Two tailed white fox Touya runs through the forest trying to get away from hunters. Keeping the bundle close to his chest he looks for a safe place to hide.
Seeing a large waterfall with a cave behind it and he makes a run for it.
Tumbling inside he curls in a ball His tails wrapping around himself and the small kit he waits.
The sound of footsteps running away from him makes his white ears twitch. Relief floods through Touya as the hunters leave.
He catches his breathe before uncurling his tails, lifting his body, he smiles. The kit stares wide eyed at him, chubby hands lifting as he begins to fuss. The kit wants comfort from its dam, the fearful and scared scent stinking in the babes nose.
As best he can, Touya lets a bit of his scent out. The anxious yet soft smell of burning snowflakes filling
The babes nose as Touya pulls the kit towards his nape. Letting out a coo, the kit burrows into Touya’s nape. Small chubby fingers holding tightly to his white ripped yukata. Falling asleep, the kit releases a content milky scent, making Touya relax.
Looking around the cave Touya stands, sniffing the area, trying to see if any other mythical creatures linger near by. It would be dangerous for him and his kit to be seen by another of there kind.
As an unmated omega he’s up for grabs. Any alpha could try and claim him. Killing his kit in The process. The thought makes him shiver and his kit smelling his distress in his sleep, whimpers. Quickly calming down his scent returns to normal. The kit sighs latching onto its dam’s nape, suckling.
Frowning Touya knows his kit is getting hungry and Touya knows he has only Just enough milk to last for half a feeding. He’ll hand to hunt for food soon or he’ll risk being even more vulnerable. Something he can’t risk being the sole protector for himself and kit.
The memory of his sire frowning at him, telling him to get rid of his kit Makes him growl. Stifling it so as not to disturb his kit he walks on throbbing feet, further into the cave. Sighing in relief when he sits down. Curling both tails over his kit Touya falls asleep, unbeknownst to him the golden eyes watching him and his kit slumber.
Morning Rises and with it Touya. Still tired and now hungry, Touya shivers. The cold biting into him all night making it hard to sleep. But his kit is warm and healthy so he tries to pay no mind to it. Standing he walks towards the entrance of the cave, wincing every so often. Curling His tail around himself and his kit he jumps through the water, seeing his kit is dry he begins walking.
Its another hour before his kit wakes whimpering for food. He sighs, frustrated at not having a safe space to nurse his kit, but he walks on until his kits whimpers turn to Frustrated crying. Stopping in an area surrounded by large trees, Touya sits down. Only a pleasant faded scent of warm-wood and spicy honeysuckle lingers and it entices Touya to relax.
A soft billow of wind chills Touya and looking around, he sees no one. So he moves his tail  Back just enough to see his kits fussy flushed face. Fond smile gracing his lips Touya moves the top of his yukata down and shifts his kit to his nipple. Latching on hungrily his kit suckles.
Touya’s hand playing with strands of white and red evenly split hair he lifts his head Looking into the trees. Only to still in fear before he snarls barring his fangs. Jumping onto his feet he unlatches his kit and curls his tails over the crying babe. Running with speed only a dam protecting their kit can, he runs.
Panting almost tripping over tree roots he runs. The sound of blades wiping through the air makes Touya’s ear twitch. Moving faster he grits his teeth, he’s hungry, weak, tired, sore and his two month old kit is in danger. A danger he knows he won’t be able to outrun.
His lungs begin to burn from exertion. Touya has to keep Moving, ‘ Can’t stop,’ he tells himself. ‘Get kit safe, get kit safe.’ Feeling frustrated tears in his eyes, Touya feels a warm hand touch his back and he ducks down, falling. Tumbling he wraps his arms and tail around his kit to keep them safe. A cry of pain leaving him as He lays on his side. Shaking, Touya tries to lift himself with his palm but he’s too weak. He wasn’t in shape to be walking let alone running. He’s surprised he lasted as long as he did.
The sound of wings flapping catches Touya’s attention and he curls around his kit, hissing Venomously. The sound of feet crunching leaves can be heard. In front of him is a man with long talons on feathered bird feet. The man bends down and a shadow is cast over Touya. The man has feathers lining his arms. Long sharp talons on his feathered hands. His hair golden like The sun with concerned honey eyes, sharp as pins. Feathers adorn the front of his hairline and large red wings are surrounding the two.
Touya’s eyes widen as he realizes its a harpy, a male harpy. They are white rare often legends among mythical creatures themselves. Much like The multi tailed fox clans. Touya leaves his shock behind hissing once again at the creature, making the feathered man stop. Even weakened like this if the man moved near his kit he would kill him.
A coo leaves the mans throat and Touya doesn’t relax. An odd feeling tingling in The back of his throat makes him pause for a moment. But when the stranger moves closes to him he swipes a clawed hand and misses by a hair.
Harpies are dangerous, they’re known for being able to kill almost anything if prompted. He wants no parts of this, he just wants to find A safe place to raise his kit, was that too much to ask?
Hands card through Touya’s hair and before he can kill the stranger, the mans scent floats into his nose. Body shaking, trying to fight it, he relaxes. The scent of spicy honeysuckle and warm wood calming him. ‘Alpha.’ This harpy is an alpha and his scent smells good, better than any scent Touya has ever smelled before. The stranger continues to let his scent out, the effect calming his kits crying.
Another coo leaves the feathered man and Touya finds himself tightening his hold as the man Carries him. Wings covering the two the stranger lets his scent wander around the three of them. His kits soft purrs of sleep reaching his ears. It makes Touya’s omega purr in satisfaction.
‘Mate,’ it says. It leaves Touya with conflicted feelings. He didn’t imagine himself Or his kit in this predicament. Before long he feels himself drifting, days of running and lack of food and water have drained him. The cold has drained him.
He should stay awake, he has to, he has to protect his kit. But his instincts know this is his mate and it finds no Reason to distrust him. But Touya knows mates can do harmful things to one another. His mother and father coming to mind and his scent changes to anger before being snuffed out by the harpies calm scent.
With an annoyed whimper, Touya falls asleep. Warm honey eyes watching his Every moment.
Flapping his wings Keigo touches the sky, gliding carefully with his mate and his future kit in tow. Reaching the trees he weaves his way through the branches and vines, path familiar to him. He stops and uses taloned feet to open the door. Closing it when inside, Keigo walks towards his nest, laying the two down. Covering his mate and their pup in thick black wolves fur, he looks at them.
His mate is small, too small. He’s a bit taller than Keigo sure, but he’s too skinny. He could feel his mates bones poking through the thin yukata when He was flying. From what he saw of their pup, the hatchling was healthy and well fed. Something he admired in his mate. Yet it made his blood boil, who left his mate and hatchling to wander in the cold? Why weren’t they safe in a warm nest? His mate did well to hide their scents. The milky scent on both dam and hatchling hidden, something that should be loud and warm instead of cold and hidden. His mate held no post hatchling weight, just how long was he running?
The creatures of this forest heard the hunters enter most likely following his mate. The Ground dwellers killing them not long after his mate hid in the cave.
The sound of their hatchling cooing and the sight of them wiggling in their dams hold makes Keigo freeze. He doesn’t want to overstep bounds, his mate was so distressed when he first made contact with him. Another wiggle and their hatchling begins to whine, the sound making Keigo’s alpha unsettled. Their hatchling should be happy and content, the scent of distress coming from their hatchling unnerves him. Carefully Keigo lifts his mates two tails revealing a small chubby kit. Staring in awe, Keigo carefully lifts the small babe. Holding the hatchling close warming him. The little boy looks up at him in wonder, grey and blue mismatched eyes shine. White fox ears twitching uncontrollably and the swaddled blanket around the babes healthy belly wiggles. Tilting his head avian-like, Keigo loosens the blanket, a red tail and white tail appearing. Blinking once in surprise, Keigo watches as the tail shakes and the hatchling whines. Quickly and carefully, Keigo swaddles their kit again, holding him close, keeping him warm.
Thats how Keigo spends the next few hours. Cuddling and playing with the small hatchling, keeping him warm and letting him have very little water. Something he’s able to coax down his sleeping mates throat as well. But soon the peace is over and little hatchling begins to squirm And soon cries can be heard. Bouncing the hatchling,trying to keep him quiet so his mate wouldn’t wake so soon, he misses vibrant blue eyes staring at him.
“He’s hungry. Give him here.”
The sound of his mates voice makes him jump, hold tightening on the hatchling. Keigo looks Over to his mate and blushes. Scampering to give the hatchling back, the cries soon end as little hatchling catches sight of his dam. Needy coos leave the babe and Touya pulls his yukata down, the kit latching on immediately, suckling greedily.
Touya winces every so often his Body struggling to produce the milk needed for his pup and Keigo stifles a growl at this. Going to his wooden food storage, Keigo pulls out the freshest chunk of meat and sits in front of his mate. Holding the heavy morsel in his hand he puts it at his mates lip. Ignoring the Fierce hiss coming from his mate, Keigo gently shoves the meat inside his mouth smiling and purring when Touya swallows. The meat tastes delicious and days of hunger make Touya weak. Giving in he eats the heavy morsel the feathered man feeds him, low purs betraying him. The small hatchling feeds happily from his dam and Touya rocks side to side a low hum in his throat.
The kit sighs as he drinks and begins to fall asleep. The scent of happy hatchling and happy dam filling Keigo’s den. Happy scent leaving Keigo he chirps in happiness at the two. Kit now asleep, Touya yawns trying to stay awake, this man is his mate but that doesn’t mean he’s welcome to stay. The mans lucky he didn’t kill him when he woke with his kit in feathered arms instead of his own.
Fighting another yawn, a hand moves Touya to lay down. Wiping his Head in the mans direction, Touya feels a growl crawl up his throat but it stops when the feathered man speaks.
“My names Keigo, tell me what’s yours?”
Frowning Touya answers, “Touya.”
Nodding the man looks at the nest.
“Can I join you, Touya?”
With a flustered grunt Touya Answers. “Its your den, do whatever.”
The man smiles eyes never blinking, never leaving Touya or their hatchling. Keigo moves to sit beside Touya, lifting the furs moving most to lay on Touya and little hatchling
“Whats his name?”
Looking down at the sleeping bundle in his Arms Touya answers with a peaceful smile, “Shouto.”
Eyes beaming with wonder Keigo nods, his mate is beautiful. Their hatchling perfect.
Another yawn leaves Touya and Keigo releases a calming scent, enticing his mate to rest. He’s been running for who knows how long, he doesn’t Need to run anymore, Keigo will take care of them.
Shuffling closer, Keigo takes his chance laying his mate down and pulling the furs over the two. His wing coming to shield the three, a growl strops him and Keigo lets his wing rest below their waists.
Two snowy white tails Cover the sleeping kit and Touya feels his eyes slip closed. The scent of milky kit and his own milky burning snowflake scent mixing perfectly with warm wood and spicy honeysuckle.
With both dam and hatchling asleep, Keigo lays beside them, keeping watch. His happy scent And soft croons and trills, never ceasing.