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Portia and Dio’s children seem more reserved, she notices more and more, as they all fall into the cavern. The space is open enough not to overcrowd anyone and there’s little the puppies can get themselves into. She swishes her tail as Blixen takes off toward Tirgatao, then Artaax, but their attention is short lived. Melchior hangs in the back, but Hush and the others are nowhere to be found. She doesn’t mind the small gathering—the majority of the pack is the parents anyway so she doesn’t allow herself to linger.

Thuringwethil glances over to Portia that mimics shelter for her own children. Having to spend most of her attention on her own litter, she didn’t have the proper chance to interact more with the other puppies of the pack. The timing will have his advantages but her absence in their early life may suffer. Brushing off the thought a moment later, she follows up behind her children and watches them interact with the adults and get acclimated to their new sleeping quarters.