`w i n t e r' s b r e a t h` (WINTER'S BIRTHING!)

[Sivoncé™]

These woods were cloaked and dressed in startling sterlings, silver and white lacing the Sheeran camp with a fresh breath of winter. Winter touched the forest now, holding and cradling it merrily in a cold, glacial embrace. And yet it had been how many moons since Winter was with her pack? Too long. Much shorter than winter's own absence, but still enough to be just that: an absence. Had they searched for the she-wolf, petite, dainty, barely a warrior, white and silver as the very snow that cascaded from the skies this night?
Heavy breathing broke through the thick whirlings and howls of the wind. Life is a circle, they say. Things go around. Seasons turn, visions calsh, friends become enemies, families are torn apart....and brought back together. And Winter was very much, though hidden for the past moons, a part of this life, this world. Tonight, though her family was torn and seperated, most dead and wandering new pastures....tonight, a new family was to be birthed.
Winter fell to her knees and wailed aloud. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME, I HAVE PUPS! I-I mean....I'M HAVING PUPS!!"

[Sheera]

It seemed that no one was near, or not near enough to hear the poor soul. But as her screamed shook the snow ever so slightly, a snow patch that seemed to be nothing more than, well, a snow patch, exploded revealing a once sleeping ebony beast. His green lanterns lit, his black ears pressed to his head to allow his form to slice through the air. Snow was flying, he was hardly seen with all the snow engulfing him leap by leap.
He was answering a call so important to him, a call he would fight a hundred bears to answer; it was the call of his beautiful Winter, and the call of his beautiful children. He was almost there, only yards now; she was in view despite the snow flying into his eyes with every step, he was only feet still running at full speed, he realized he was still running and push his paws hard into the ground, causing snow to fly onto his Winter, and him to stumble forward. He landed hard just in front of her, his head literally right in below hers.
"...I love you." he whispered as he looked upward towards her.

[Sivoncé™]

(I thought you said Vance was silver...? I'm so confused, but hey, that's okay -- I'm masterful at nonchalantness! Or at least I can be if I try xD )

Confressions of love from snow-covered bodies, the agonizing splitting that sprang and wrapped her across the stomach, the realization and tearful joy of her homecoming, and the jolting fear of Julian, the hateful bastard, oh, oh, it was too much! The world spun before her like a spider winding its web, the very earth seemed to move, to shake and thunder beneath her tired, trembling limbs....but the slended pillars were the ones doing all of the shaking, and the blurred mess was nothing but a clash of emotions, fear and desperation taking the reins and overcoming her completely with an enveloping darkness. She hit the ground hard, blood spattering the snow near her maw. "Help...."

Her only kin.
No, not her only kin. This was the only kin she had in the Sheeran pack. The only kin she would ever find at home. The aunt that had deserted this home for so long, and the aunt she desperately needed. Lonliness had nearly swallowed her whole. She'd prepared a speech for Winter when she'd return, if she ever would. It berated her for her irresponsibility, and how could she just leave Terra all alone? This was her pack, her home, but she was tied here by roots and some of those -- more strongly present -- were in Yozoran earth. She was drawn to the idea of being surrounded by her two brothers. Her love for the Sheerans was undying, similar to the pressure of solitude. But none of these thoughts were with Terralisa now.
"Aunt! WINTER! HELP, SOMEBODY HELP!" The neophyte launched herself across the short space and to her aunt's side, licking her maw with ferocious love and the phobia of being to late. "ADRIAN! LILLY PAD!" She screeched fearfully.

The pups came then, pain netting the she-wolf like a bundle of live wires. The first two came easily some how, or perhaps she was too consumed with the montage of her different ailments to really think thoroughly about what was happening. Her eyes locked on their weak, trembling forms, and she herded them closes. Her eyes squeezed shut almost immediately after -- the birthing was not over. She wrenched them open to lay them on the children of hers that were already born, finding comfort in their blind, innoccent features. One was a soft white male, much like herself, and it was clear he was a petite thing. Next to him was a female, gray and sooty-colored. She licked them both as they snuggled close to her. "Ashlyn....." she whispered to the female. "Everett," she christened him.