That she is content here, in Diveen, where the stars are so easily seen is a pleasing thing for the black and red boy with the star-touched face. Stars themselves had always held meaning to his Mother and his Brother in particular and it was always said Heyel chose Trenus because it was surely the closest pack to the heavens. The mountain had a peak to be sure, yet Trenus and DIveen in turn with it’s towering cliffs and miles of plains layed out beneath it was perhaps the one that seemed the most determined to reach those Celestial places. His own sister was even named for it, as many were. Stars and heavens had long held import to the Angels of Diveen and it is a pleasing thing to the young warrior to know Aviias appreciates it in turn, his tail thumping upon the earth as he reclines beside her in this moment of relaxation. One Aviias seems to seize upon as she begins to speak and indeed Guardian is assured that for the rest of his days he will remember that star-touched night and the words Aviias had offered him in the dark and beneath that celestial canopy as a look of surprise formed upon those handsome features. What prompted the boy to ask whether or not such children were his own can hardly be said- for all his polite and quiet nature he is often given to be abrupt in some regards, to simply speak his mind, a trait of his sire perhaps, on Andromeda had forever struggled to remove from her children and yet constantly failed to do so. For Guardian however, the question seems only logical, Diveen was a large pack, there were many males within it and Aviias is not his belonging, not his mate, she was free to…befriend any that she liked even if such a thought is displeasing to the large young male for reasons he cannot be sure off.

He knows well what it was they had done in the midst of winter, having slept so close for so long and with youthful energy well within the both of them perhaps it was not a truly surprising act to any whom had known them and yet Guardian is nothing if not practical, there may have been another, the news of her pregnancy may simply be as such- news to share with him, her friend and as such the Angel Marked boy had seen fit to ask, to assure himself that it was he whom had been, well, successful in that regard. Her assurance that her pregnancy was his own doing momentarily seems to afflict the boy with a certain…pride of sorts. Perhaps it is a purely male emotion and yet the young warrior is pleased in his skill in this, a sense of satisfaction seeming to settle upon him before he declares the renovations to their shared den need be made in much the same fashion Azrael had once performed the same task for Andromeda after one winter’s night had resulted in much the same moment. History, it would seem, is doomed to repeat itself entirely. Perhaps in more ways then one, though such things would take further time still to reveal. Her joke momentarily sees the boy frown once more, mind seeming afflicted with thoughts again.

“Me Ma is big and me Pa is big and Imma big, I dunno why they’d be small, maybe cause yar small. Maybe I just make da den big all da same, den it will be either real spacey like or just the right size eh?”

Well. It’s not an entirely illogical thought now is it? His reasoning truly sound when considered as his tail waves once more and the blue gold of his gaze turns to fixate back upon the den that rested behind them, already considering when and where such changes need be made before one red-tipped grey ear moved to flicker back to Aviias now at her question. One he had not considered.

“Oh.”

His own features shift once more into a frown upon this consideration. Azrael and Andromeda had both been pleased at Zaphkiel’s litter- surely they would be equally as supportive of his own? Why wouldn’t they be? It had truly not occurred to the ever pleasant male that as neither his mate, nor his imprint, Aviias pregnancy may well be frowned upon by the ever traditional Azrael in others amongst the Angelic family, his mind forever content to assume others hold his more casual approach to life and as such he see little to be feared- lips pulled into an easy grin all the same. How were they going to tell his family.

“I reckon maybe we just wait for dem to be born, den we I sat ta me Ma and Pa- look at what I got and den we let me Ma play with dem and den its all good, dun ya worry, me Pa can be kinda cranky but I dun reckon he will mind ta much, imma one of his favourites, he can’t be mad for to long. Imma Angel, dem puppies be Angels too, da family will except em, dun ya worry.”

He is assured, it would seem, that telling the family is not of concern, his gaze fixated wholly upon Aviias side now.

“How many da ya got in dare? Is day boys or girls? Idda always liked ta ‘ave a son.”