Blackfeather Woods You were both born to be kings

Burke entered the den, he had not been surprised by the snarl. He had met up with the females that gave birth to his young before, and they could be fiecely protective. He was not going to mess with a mother. Especially not so close after birth. It was always so weird to see. Burke was a big guy and seeing the small blobs compared to his huge paws it was baffling. 

"Don't apologize," he spoke. "And I mean ever again, you have to stop saying sorry all the time," he added and then nosed over the young by her belly after she named them. One was brown and the other was dark. No greys, probably better because if one would look like Pietro he didn't know what Nemesis would do. But he didn't know that the brown one would be a brown version of Pietro's coloring. 

These pups were so young, and frankly Burke didn't know what to do with them. Though he did gave them both a lick over the top of their heads. "I'm glad to see you're okay," he spoke. He laid behind Malice, so she could rest against him while the pups were at her belly. It surprised him that there were two, probably for the better as more would mean more mouths to feed. He nudged her cheek, though even in the privacy of their own den he  was hesitant to lick or show more affection.