Today was the day, and Sen would rather be nowhere else than with her. Unlike with their first children, where he had kept his distance for concern of disturbing and distracting her- now, he was just behind her, pressed against her for comfort and for warmth; for strength. He was here for her as he would always be, and it showed in his deep violet irises and the way he gazed upon his little bird with adoration and encouragement, his slender and beautifully marked muzzle coming to nuzzle and nudge her occasionally with affection. She was truly remarkable, as he had thought before many times, and this time she proved no different. She was confident in her actions and her decisions, easily naming the two beautiful children they had both breathed out of simple love.

The first was another daughter, a mixture of the two in the sense that she was a little red-head as Mireille was, but with his washed out creme enhanging her and highlighting her fourm. He wondered what her gaze would look like, before inspecting the second child. Another son- a brother for his Roamin, and one so similar to himself. The only difference being his darkened paws, almost as if he were romping and getting dirty in the mud already. Sen wondered if he would be like his brother, or his sisters- or maybe even something else entirely. It was a curious thing, a childs mind- so easily corrupted and molded into what other wanted them to be. The handsome pale wolf himself knew that far too well, and he had vowed to never force his children in any particular direction- save for the safest one, of course. For while he was wise, he was also quite the protective Father- protective anything, really.

Turning his gaze to his life, his brightest star- her smile is infectious and his grin is dazzling even in the dim light of their den, his joy more than obvious and pleasure at the health and ease of the delivery. He was proud of her, very much so, and it showed in his body language, in the way he nuzzled into her and kept her warm, kept her safe. She was not bleeding badly at all, and simple rest would help her feel better above anything else. Soon, Sen would slip out and fetch her a meal for when she woke up, but for now he was content to enjoy her relaxation now and the gentle suckling sound of his newborn children. Their older children were out today, where he did not know exactly, but they knew what this day was. They were welcome to come see their siblings if they so wished, but it was not something he would force them to do. They chose their own paths, after all, and with his dark and vivid gaze set upon his newest two, he wondered where their paths would lead them in life. He could only hope he would and could do well for them, and give them all they could ever want and need.

His Hush's words bring a smile to his lips before his gaze finds her own and he's leaning toward her, nuzzling his muzzle along the bottom of her throat and pulling slightly back in an embrace of sorts, wanting her close and content in these moments. He murmured his words then against her ear, for her to hear, though he doubted there were any prying ears. 'You are perfect in this, my love, as you always are..' A gentle lick to the ear just after. 'Our beauty shows in them both, and I would never want it any other way.'

Sen - Male - Twelve - Isola's Soul
Hush's Heart - Taviora Medicine Wolf
Father of Reian, Mireille, Roamin, Namira, & Calyx