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@Raissa

Her heat was over, he presumed. He hadn't felt the need to be with her that way for a few days now and, in truth, he was kind of thankful for it. It had been a very exhausting week and they had done everything possible to create the pups that they both wanted. Whether it took and the fruit fell from the tree was in the Great Bears' hands now.

FitzDutiful woke that morning with an urging question in his mind. What names would they potential children take? He knew, already, that their middle names would follow his family's traditions and their first names hers. What names could he offer? He had plenty of options: Modesty, Harmony, Chivalry, Versatility, Loyalty. They would have no Fitz.

But what about their surname? He thought about his own, the place of his birth and the fact that Raissa had taken his for her own upon their mateship. Should their children follow that suit? They would have if he had not been an alpha but this was more his home than anywhere else. This is what he had made himself and the legacy he would offer them.

"Raissa." He called out to their den as he wandered back towards it in the here and now, "Are you here?"