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Nyx exhaled through flared nostrils, a huffed sigh in response to accompany the playful roll of hawkish eyes. "Oh yeah," she crooned, sinking dramatically onto her side to roll in Mahler's direction so that she could outstretched her forelimbs in attempt to shove at him; "they're perfect."

She accepted his affection but felt too awkward to return it. Mahler's tone changed as he spoke again, she noted, and her expression shifted to one of warmth. A smile bloomed on her muzzle and her peppered tail thumped the ground, as butterflies took flight in her chest. Nyx was excited for this litter, which was a pleasant change compared to the dread she felt for her first. 

"Lovely," she repeated with a wrinkle of her nose after a beat, having never imagined anything to come from her womb could be described as such. "Solid, perhaps. Strong. Fierce," a low rumble and a curl of her lip to display fangs that might portray this. "My lion cubs."