Dragoncrest Cliffs Aquamarine

Everything settled so neatly into place, amazingly so and enough to leave him reeling quietly. "Dalia." he tested so-oh-gently, then nodded in the next second: yes. He liked it, no, loved it, and eyed the two little fuzzy bodies with a brand new appreciation, and something else to begin to know them by--as if sight, scent, and sensation weren't enough for him. He'd greedily take it all but his heart felt so full he thought it impossible. Sirio and Dalia, and indeed, looking at them, Portia was exactly right: two little yet very distinct bits of them both, all wrapped neatly together somehow. "Perfect," he said once more with a glad everything about him. This, everything right here and now, was everything he thought he could need. She'd done so well by him, he barely felt deserving of the two perfect little wolf-beans right there tucked sweetly at his mate's side, but he only hoped they could grow up well and healthy with him as their father.

He didn't have anything better to say except some fond murmurings of love and about how precious this moment was here as he curled happily around them all. Overcome, he beamed at them all for a while, and willed Portia to get some rest soon.

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