Golden Glade The Bastard Royals

If you wanna tack on one more reply go ahead, but Alder out :3

The look of love and wonder on the mother's face was a breath of fresh air, much more calming and confident than when she'd last talked to him about them - she no longer regretted it, as far as he could see. In fact, she thanked him for it - there was no need to explain further. The King merely smiled, reaching out to nuzzle her cheek gently - it was not something he could ever do again, obviously, but it was nothing he regretted. Alder had been proud of his children since he found out they were growing within the denmother. 

He would stay for a little while longer, marveling over his wonderous additions to the family - Tulip and Bramble Pryor. Every so often he would lean down to lick them across their backs or crowns, always with the utmost care and passion. 

Alder was, however, a husband; eventually, he would get up after a last kiss to all three - even a gentle lick to the one who had not survived - before slipping out, grabbing the remaining rabbit, and taking it to Aspen. He would curl up beside his wife, legs entangled around the Chaspen Brood, giving them each their own loving licks before drifting into sleep.