A woman so heartless.

Even as she was speaking, her son was making his way slowly towards the Alpha male. He inspected him, catching the glimmer of light on small eyes just opened. "Hey little guy." Constantine. It was a strong name for a strong child. "Their names suit." They were not of his heritage but held beauty still. Even Dante's own family hadnt been named with Roman constraints, after all. Their heritage had been diluted in many ways.

"I see you both in them. Her color is exquisite." A child of sunshine. All would no doubt be handsome when grown. Softly Dante allowed his muzzle to brush Constanrine's head, feeling the soft downy fur before withdrawing a bit.