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When she had found out, at last, that she was defiantly was pregnant, she had panicked, not only had Dodonna turned up on her doorstep but Taraxa may have knocked her up. It was two nightmares in one and she had troubled herself endlessly and locked herself away. Isolated from the pride she had scowled, growled and threatened anyone that came near her den.

Of course the day had to come that she would give birth and that day came with a growl and a feeling of great unrest. There was no doubting who was their father and she cursed him for it. She had to think of something, something so she could deny that Taraxa had touched her, so she could outright say that the cubs were not his. She denied anyone access for the weeks following their birth and ordered around anyone she could to bring her food, then the day came when the cubs were big enough to want out in to the world and she knew she had to re-join the pride at some point. Her pride would have to take a knocking it seemed, until she realised just what to do.

In just one night she culled a whole pack of Jackals and skinned them carefully returning to her den with furs, just the right size for each of the cubs. Yes, this would work, she could deny they were Taraxas she just had to tell the cubs they were not allowed to remove their clothes.

"Come here children." She smiles, looking at each individually. "I have brought you each something special." She frowns, she actually hoped she was a good mother to these cubs even if they were Taraxas too, she wanted them to like her, which was an odd thing, she had never wanted anyone to like her before.

Fyra was a touch upset at what Nymphea had done to protect her foolish pride, but she had not complained, she simply sat at the mouth of the den whimpering quietly. She couldn't believe a whole pack had been wiped out for this foolish endeavour. She didn't understand why Nymph couldn't just, admit that Taraxa was their father. Her friend was sometimes foolish she felt. Foolish and far too prideful.



The deep chocolate cub, the only female in the four strong litter strode past her brothers and looked up happily at her mother. "Ohh mother I am very excited!" she giggles glaring at her brothers, she had a feeling they were finally about to be let outside! Hopefully this 'something special' would finally grant them access to the shiny world outside of the den mouth. Their mother had been promising it for weeks and now here they were about to receive something wonderful.

Tyr didn't really have much interest in what his mother had brought back to the den. For weeks (at least it felt like weeks) he'd been yearning to go outside the stifling walls of the den just so he could see what was OUT there. He tired of these walls and his siblings and the worrisome little jackal that his mother kept around, but he dared not demand that he get some time to play outside.

He slowly moved towards his mother -- she seemed rather excited, and though she seemed welcoming Tyr was slightly apprehensive. She'd never been mean to him, sure, but she was a large commanding lioness and Tyr was quite the opposite.

The bright pink lioness smiled brightly her fiery blood red eyes looking over each of the cubs individually, they were all so frustrated, she was sorry she had kept them in for so long but she had, to have time to work something out to hide who they were. She was still cursing the fact that Taraxa had touched her. Damn him to hell.

"Well my darlings today you all get to g outside." She smiles brightly "But first you have to ut on your clothes." She pulls for little sets of clothing off of her back, each one pefectly crafted to fit the cubs. She had had to take down a whole pack of jackals to get just what she wanted, which she sort of regretted. Fyra was her best and sometimes only friend, but it had been necessary. Scooping up SMM, she really didn't know why she gave th cub such a long name, it was such a mouth ful, still she held the cub and placed a soft brown hood and pelt on her shoulders and added four little cuffs.

She smiles appreciatively looking at her handy work, she was becoming pretty good at crafting. Of course her cub now looked like a puppy but that was a minor, if rather cute detail.

SMM allowed her mother to flick her about attaching the various items of clothing and when she was done she felt, well rather warm for a start, the den felt stuffy very suddenly her face covered by the mask as it was. "Thank you mother." She states not entirely sure if she should be thankful or not, but her mother always wore a pelt and a helmet, perhaps everyone outside did? She wouldn't know until she went outside. The wonderful outside! "Can we go now can we huh?"

Nymph smiles " In a moment dear, who wants to go next?" She smiles holding a paw out to her sons, much more stubborn than her daughter though the chocolate cub did look rather confused by the contrivances.

Fyra whimpered from the mouth of the den watching the first cub change from being a lion to a jackal, she wanted to shout, to bark and be angry but she knew that Nymph would not like that. She was not happy about what the lionesses pride had made her do. Her friend was very full of hubris and it made her sad, but it was a par of being the lionesses friend she just had t accept.