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Evidently, her needs were well met. "Easy enough," he rumbled and leaned into  his touches just enough. He was here, not intending to change that any time soon, so she may have all she want and this did lend him more momentary relief. But, he'd ask again later, hunt, fetch whatever she desired, and howl out to tell their pack mates that everything was fine-that three new little ones had arrived safe, sound.

For now, she deserved to have her peace and he would make sure she could have it. When he felt like Portia had almost been showered in enough affections, he dialed them back and delicately got comfortable with them all in his sights. He took this time to better focus on the pups, even if he could scarcely tell where to begin. What he chose (after scooting in even closer) was a gentle touch for each of their backs and he set to memorizing their scents before he could know them any better. Two girls, and one boy, he knew how precious they were to him already, and to finally get to see, smell, and feel them; he was just so glad--and grateful this had all gone smoothly. Tension in his posture had melted away, and he beamed to himself and his tail kept the slow, happy rhythm against the den's floor. He was lucky, he knew, and had seen plenty in his years, but little else compared right now.

In time, they would need names to match them each, and he distantly hoped that one day they would earn Drakru too. But for this moment right here and now, he was busy enough soaking in the present. "Glad they're here.." he murmured when he lifted his head and peered at his piebald mate. "And that all is well," he leveled another glance to let her tell him otherwise--although he hoped not. "I'll let everyone know in a bit," he added as he returned to sights centered upon the new brood.