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He laughed at Pema's joke, nodding in agreement. His eyes softened as the pups settled, drinking then falling into the blissful, milk-filled stupor that marked every pup's initial existence in this world. Finally, it was just him and Pema again, alone, their voices the barest murmurs in the crowded den. At her question, his eyes creased with a smile, almost catlike.

"I've never been better," Shale whispered. He pointed his muzzle at the bundles at her belly. "Them. You. Us. It's perfect--all of it. I couldn't ask for more."

Was he tired? Sure. But this made it all worth it. He squeezed further into the den, curling up next to Pema, giving her a long lick on the cheek before resting his chin atop her head. "I love you," he breathed, chest heaving in a contented sigh. "Thank you. Thank you for everything you've given me. I'm more thankful for you than I could ever explain."