Was she really surprised that he had been treating it as if it were some sort of, well, science? Not truly, for she had already gotten used to that peculiar tick of his. Instead, she merely went along with his observations, almost fascinated herself by how amazed he was. It was so strange, the prospect of having children with a male who seemed to barely understand their concept. She wondered how he would react to them when they were actually outside her and living, breathing children. Whatever his reaction, she was positive that they would give him endless tests to perform - she'd just need to keep a close eye on him lest he get a little... too experimental. Right now, his experiments mostly consisted of trying to hear them, a rather simple thing that brought a small smile to her features.

"They kick, they turn, they're keeping me up to date with everything. Have you not seen them do so yet?"

She inquired with a cocked brow, glancing back to her rounded abdomen with a warm expression. If she lay still enough at times, allowing herself to relax in the comfort of her den, she could see her skin and fur ripple ever so slightly with the reverberation from one of their kicks. She had attempted to put the same practice of thinking that Pan used to use, attempting to work out just how many would be greeting the world. So far, she had no luck. Perhaps she would put him to work later in the evening - perhaps he would work it out. For now, it seemed she had been summoned for a reason other than his curiosity. If truth be told, she had been a little... grumpy, initially, over the prospect. She was tired! She was hungry! She had forgotten how awful hormones could be but, Pan seemed happy and thus, she was too now.

"Lead the way then; I trust your... calculations. I cannot help but wonder what Purge wants with me. Perhaps she is just as curious about these as you are."

She half mused to herself, once more glancing back to her belly before sliding up along side Pan, allowing herself and her children that comfortable closeness. She had been nervous at first about Purge's return, afraid for Snowshoe and her children but it seemed... they had been forced out as far as she knew. In time, she would seek them out but for now, she doubted she could risk leaving the pack for too long. She had also been nervous about Purge's reception of those that had stayed during her time away... and even now, her heart thrummed in uncertainty. Would Purge be... mad?

She followed behind Pan, focusing on him so that her mind mightn't get consumed by whatever nerves she had. He had been right, and she noticed her form moving less steady up the mountain side and yet... he had chosen a good path. She figured that was his way of showing he cared; it had been easy enough to realise that he wasn't so open as she was. Still, she was glad about it though she panted a little heavier than usual as they broke onto the flatter region of Purge's den. She forced a short lope out of herself, bouncing up to Pan's side and taking a seat, though she threw him a rather dark glance for a moment, speaking quietly beneath her breath.

"Just one thing, Pan. When these children are born, you aren't to mention their increase in size or mention it if they waddle, okay? They'll do both those things but... not everyone wants to hear that."

She'd let it slide but now that she was caught up, she could finally let him know that his little comment had certainly made her ever more aware of her... roundness.