The Gift After Months

After such an encounter you don’t scram, how you could. You remain in the area and check on her every now and then. Soon you realized you are pursed by a Night Elf hunter, who on more than one occasion fires green feathered arrows at you. You are **** off deep into the woods for months until you are confident you are no longer followed, finally you manage to relocate your lover and when she sees you, she stares from her window at you, but you do not approach. You paw around her house for nearly a week until she finally exits to attend her garden. However she is in no condition for breeding, your blood runs cold. She now carries a baby belly before her. Of modest size yet distinguishable. Had she been visited and impregnated when you were gone? The thought disappoints you immensely, as you watch her struggle around her house, completing menial chores.

You smell her ripeness and remain another week. It happens in the garden, where they were conceived. She bends over in pain suddenly and you almost run to her but resign yourself to watch. She breaths in powerful controlled bursts and leans back in her garden, her belly shaking slightly with contractions and life. She spreads her creamy purple thighs and groans, throwing her head back. The miracle of life spills forth from her. You see a small snout poke out from between her lower lips then the rest of the squealing pup is pushed from her with powerful effort.
Rooted to the spot you watch in bewilderment and joy as a new generation of White Wolves comes into the world one after another thanks to the mothers’ herculean effort. Three in total. Their eyes twinkle silver unlike yours but otherwise are clearly your children. She isn’t shocked or surprised by the children, but bends down to gather them up and rest them against her breast. She is a happy mess as she renters her house.

Over the coming weeks you watch them from afar, they prance and dance around her feet while she sits in her rocking chair, cursing one with milk bloated teats. They fight and play through her gardens, doing little damage to the produce. She spots you many times and stands still, as if waiting for you to approach, but you never do, caution superseding your faded lust. Her daughter returns to visit her and is surprised to find puppies about, she takes one away. You watch the little pup snuggled against the daughters modest chest disappear down a faded path…