Lacking Humanity|Blue Moon

Chapter One

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At the end of the first week, the pups started to gain a bit of courage and adventure. They were gaining their full senses, though they hadn't gotten the hang of walking fully just yet—Nor were they ready to, but that didn't stop Ronan from trying to embrace his curiosity.

Yet in witnessing his attempts caused Remus' wolf to whine out, either Sage or him were at the ready to catch him or get him situated where he wanted to be.

They were more lively than the first few days, nipping and making noise out to their mother and father to express their wants and needs.

The twins were very adamant about being far away from one another, so when Remus wanted a moment with either Rue or Ronan—One was sure to whine out to the other and vise versa.

Sage, however, had barely left the den. Only in the account of getting water and using the restroom. That is when Remus took the responsibility of sitting with their litter curled up into his side now. Course they were curious as to where their mom went, their attention went straight to the light coming out from onto the ceiling.

But it wasn't time for them to venture out just yet, even though Remus was getting jittery in thinking about it. His wolf wanted to teach and play, and sometimes he could catch Sage's dreaming glint in her eyes at the same idea.

With the only company being the other, it was a blessing in disguise. This was probably the first time in a long while that they've ever had to not worry about the pack, it was just themselves and their pups.

Sage learned a lot, besides being a mother, but also what Remus was like as a father. And her wolf could only fawn and purr at how precious and adorable it was.

And perhaps it was because of all the puppy videos Sage had watched since she found out about funny videos, but it allowed her to read them easier than her mate.

The days seemed to roll into one another, Remus had been the one to leave their sanctuary to return with more food for his mate. The pups weren't meant to eat any solid food just yet, but the scent needed to be introduced bit by bit.

It was a right of passage, or so Remus thought as he was trying to section off his newest kill. Course he was surprised the last couple times, the pack seemed to keep their distance. He could feel the eyes on him, and as the true Alpha, he could sense the movement this way and that.

He held up the traffic for the hunting and scouting parties. And when he left a kill, nobody dared come near it, his scent was a deterrent. But those who could manage to get a whiff of his presence, there was a lingering scent of the pup—Leaving them to yip and cheer at the thicket a ways away, a sense of congratulations to be passed on.

It took him a bit of time to drag the deer's leg back to the sanctuary, but Sage's mouth watered as the scent drew closer and closer. And before long, Remus had dropped it before her and earned himself a whine to share her thanks.

Licking her mate's muzzle in thanks, but also to get a taste of the blood before diving in.

She was burning so much energy in producing milk and carrying for the pups that Remus didn't hesitate to return back to the deer to try and drag the deer closer.

Those around him caught wind of what he was trying to do, and while he growled at them in a warning. Considering that this was his prize and meal for his hungry mate, they all submitted and bowed their heads.

But nobody licked their licks, they weren't hungry for the meat. And since Remus' connection to the pack's link was low, leaving a very open channel for Sage and the pups.