Dox

The forest seemed to hold its breath as Akira's labor continued. Her body, though weary from delivering her firstborn, summoned its strength once more. The silence of the night was broken by a sharp cry—the arrival of her second son. Akira turned, her golden eyes soft with relief and curiosity as she brought the tiny pup into her embrace.

This one, she thought, was different. Dox wriggled with a liveliness that seemed boundless even in his first moments. His fur, damp and glistening in the moonlight, shimmered with a tawny hue that reflected his fiery spirit. His tiny paws kicked with determination, his cries echoing louder than Keegan's had been. There was something untamed about him, something that spoke of daring escapades and bold pursuits.

"Dox," she murmured as she nuzzled him close, her tongue sweeping over his fur with motherly care. He whimpered softly, already craning his tiny head to take in the world around him, as if sensing that there was so much to explore and conquer.

Akira could feel it in her bones—Dox was destined to be the spark that ignited the pack's sense of adventure. He would chase shadows through the trees, uncover hidden paths, and lead them to new territories. But more than that, his daring nature would teach the pack resilience, courage, and how to face the unknown without fear.

As he nestled beside his older brother, Keegan, Akira smiled faintly. Dox would be the heartbeat of their adventures, the pup who turned every corner of the forest into a tale waiting to be told.