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The day was waning and having spent it patrolling the borders he was heading home it a light step and a smile on his maw. He was feeling very pleased with himself, today had been very productive and he was hoping that soon he would have yet another Banu in his harem. It was a good feeling knowing ones home was being made comfortable by many females and he was looking forwards to his evening meal, shared, most likely, with the verity pregnant Amara.

Forgetting his stomach for the moment, the large bloody maned pad beelines for the den searching out Amara in the shadows "Amara, I'm home." He smiles in to the shadows, following his nose to lay behind her. "has Kifa brought a meal in?" he questions, licking the females ears as he settles behind her draping his neck ore her back.

"How are the babies doing?" He whispers placing a aw over her belly without a pause, she was his ban, possibly his favourite Banu, he could do as he pleased, and it pleased him to be near her to touch her and her swollen abdomen. To think of the babies she would produce soon enough, soon he would have a litter, that though was not his own, would bring joy to his small harem.

Amara had had a most uncomfortable day. THE most uncomfortable day. She'd been suffering terrible cramps and contractions all day, and had been feeling unnaturally cranky on and off. She hadn't strayed far from the den at all today, and hadn't eaten. Amara just hadn't been hungry. She knew the cubs were coming, and soon.

Her eyes did light up upon seeing Kwea. When he moved to rest behind her, she purred though the sound was somewhat strained. "Hello, Kwea," she whispered to him, enjoying his soft touches and warm voice. It soothed her, although the cubs writhed excitedly within her. "I do not know if Kifa has brought a meal in, to be honest. I have not seen her today."

She waited until he rested his paw against her contracting womb before speaking on the topic of cubs. "I think they are coming, Kwea." It was made obvious that the birth was impending, and Amara knew he could likely feel the contractions beneath his paw.

A particularly strong contraction seized her body and she gasped out in pain, eyes closed tight and teeth grinding behind closed lips.

Kwea lifts his paw almost automatically as the contraction racked down the tan females body but he quickly rested it back on her bulk again. He always wondered what it was like to watch a female give birth and it was his prerogative to stay. Licking her ears he whispers a sweet purr to her "Don't worry, it will be over soon." He smiles, an excited smile now looking down at her belly jumping and twitching.

What would come of this litter? How many adopted children would she give birth to? How many new Banu would she bring in to this world and how many strong, fearless Pesar that he would teach to be good, strong, powerful pads.

Kneading her bloated belly in a sort of massage the red maned male lightly lays his head over her back, giving her space but also holding her giving her encouraging little licks. he had been waiting for this day since she had come to his harem, the first cubs born in to his flock, it was exciting, he felt almost like a cub again knowing that these little bundles would be his responsibility.

Deep breath in, hold, and exhale. Deep breath in, hold... and scream.

Bearing down, Amara did what came to her instinctively. She pushed eyes closed tight and teeth bared in excruciating pain. Claws unsheathed, sheathed, unsheathed. Her tail was held rigidly away from her body as she used all the muscles she could to push, push, push...

And relief. A small, white body gained relief from the constrictions of her womb. He had her spots, white fur, red mane... and he was beautiful. Her firstborn, her son. "Egemen... Egemen`Psyche." The name fell effortlessly from her lips. Pride thrilled her as the little body wiggled closer to her, her pink tongue rasping out to clean him. A quick n** and the cord was broken, allowing her to draw him even closer to be sure he was completely clean.

And the pains began again.

Kwea watched quietly as the first little bundle came, a boy, a son, someone to whom he could teach the true ways of being a pad. he felt proud of Amara "Well done." He whispers leaning back to groom her face.

"Strange name." Kwea chuckles looking over her back at the little pale cub, he was pro of himself, even though this wasn't his son so to speak, he was still proud of himself for bringing Amara to his harem.

"You're doing great." He whispers turning his attention back to the new mother, his paws working in careful circles as he encourages his banu.

"It will suit him," she panted at Kwea, smiling brightly in the dim den. "He will be strong, and my son will be brave."

The next came with a little less effort, though with the same pain. Amara was relentless in her pushing, knowing that these cubs were hers, her little babies; excitement edged out the pain and she couldn't wait to meet them all. It was exhilarating knowing that she was a mother, knowing that she was bringing these little lives into existance.

Second born was a mewling little ball of crimson and spots. A girl. Demanding cries broke free from the cubs mouth as Amara drew her closer and broke the umbilical cord free, once more using her tongue to clean the little writhing ball of fur. "Kichaa'noga," Amara purred at the babe, loving how active and noisy her daughter was. "She is going to be a handful!"

The pain eased for a moment, but Amara was not yet finished. There was at least one more eager life waiting for its turn, and Amara waited for the contractions to begin once more.

Kwea chuckles, he was actually glad to see a female child. he would teach her to b a good little girl, to mind her manners, to obey him and be a good Banu like her mother. "Not too much of a paw full, I hope." He chuckles reaching over her belly to touch the little bright red cub. Their father must have been red he deduced, there seemed to be flecks of red on the male cub to. Yes. Well he liked the idea that his Harem could be varied.

"She's very beautiful, just like her mother. It seems their father must have been a bit red." He chuckles, stating the obvious to the tan mother.

"Not that much further now Amara and you can rest." He whispers leaning over her body to lick the two cubs, a sort of show that he was accepting them as his, even the male whom he would teach to be good nod strong. "yes, I will teach h to be a good pad and she will be a wonderful ban like her mother."

Amara loved seeing Kwea fawn over the babies, it brought her such pleasure to see him happy. "We will have to see," she chuckled tiredly, her body giving her a moments rest before breaking into contractions once more. "I.. can't recall their father," she whispered before bearing down to bring yet one more child into the world.

Third-born, and Amara was pleased to see, was a daughter almost identical to her mother aside from white-centered spots, a slightly darker pelt and a shock of pink hair. She was quiet unlike her boisterous sister, and even though newborn seemed to move with such purpose. "Kokojicho." The names flowed easily to Amara, as if she had been thinking about them for some time now. Names were important.

Amara drew her daughter close, cleaning her like a dutiful mother would. Her body was at rest.. was she finished, finally? Three was a good number, a strong number, and with a son and two daughters Amara would have her hands full.

She looked happily to Kwea; this moment was important and pivotal in both of their lives. "I think that is all." As a new mother, she felt that the pain had eased and there was no fullness to her abdomen that she could feel laying as she was, no contractions wracking her body. "Three."

Kwea looked at the third cub, another female, yes, he was quite pleased with three. He could watch over three cubs, make sure they were being taken care of by the older Banu. "they are all beautiful, and handsome, of course, just like their mother." He smiles charmingly leaning over to lick the final cub.

"I will be proud to have them here, you did very well Amara." He whispers, feeling a swelling of joy in his chest at what he would teach these three little fluffy bundles.

Amara's eyes widened and she grunted in a most unladylike fashion before gasping softly. She'd thought she was finished. It appeared that would not be the case. The lastborn, a pink boy with an oddly colored nose mewled almost disgustedly at her in his first moments into the world. The birth had been so effortless; he'd fairly slid out from her body.. unexpected, considering he was anything but the runt. In fact, he was a bit of a chubby baby, and that made Amara smile.

"Ricweard," she chuckled, drawing the pink boy close to her and his other siblings. She promptly cleaned him, knowing she was done birthing. This was her little family. Egemen`Psyche, Kichaa'noga, Kokojicho and her baby, a chubby pink cub, Ricweard.

And Kwea.

An odd family brought together under odd circumstances, but her heart swelled with affection for all of them.

"My family."

Kwea was quite surprised by the sudden appearance of the last cub but he chuckles under his breath. Light pink, not unlike his mothers spots but a boy none the less and quite a pudgy one compared to his siblings. Perhaps that was why he was last, too busy taking his mother nutrients to be born.

"They are beautiful Amara." he smiles watching each cub take it's place at the milk bar. "Rest now, I'll find Kifa and come back." He smiles at her proudly leaning over and licking the last pink cub, a pink boy, hm, well he would have to teach him to be that much stronger.

Standing slowly he licks Amaras cheek affectionately "Well done Amara, very well done." he whispers heading for the mouth of the den. Amara would need sustenance now she had given birth. "I'll be back soon, just rest." he says vanishing back in to the now cool night air in search of a meal for Amara, his very nearly favourite banu.

Amara nodded at Kwea as he left the den, drawing her cubs in for their first meal. Four cubs, she would have her paws full for certain with these newcomers. Kwea would have his paws full with all of them, and Amara had to fear Sarai's first appearance. What would happen? Perhaps she could keep her at bay for just a little longer...

As the cubs began to nurse, Amara rested tiredly. It wasn't long before she was asleep, exhausted by the birthing process. The mewls that broke forth from her cubs dotted the silence in the den as they rooted for milk, and soon enough Amara was asleep, content with her new role as mother.