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Truthfully, Nyx hadn't considered what harm might come to her when the time came to whelp. Was this what it meant to love? That she did not care to think of what might come for her, only for her babes? She pondered this for a silent moment, yellow gaze soft on Mahler in quiet gratitude for his thoughts of her.

"I've tried to think," she shared when he asked her of names, and she canted a raven-tipped lobe curiously atop her crown, "but I'm not sure of anything." Although she'd confessed to having yearned for daughters, the only name Nyx had considered had been for a boy - for the one who lived.

She would not share that with Mahler, however. She shook it from her mind, cast it away, for still she felt unworthy to think of the child she'd failed to feel for those years ago. "What about you?" Mahler had expressed that he wished for involvement in her litter's upbringing, so it only seemed appropriate that he should have some say in the naming of them. "Any ideas?"