He is late and for that he blames his short-legged fault of anatomy, a trait he truly hopes he has not passed onto those due to be born this day, the golden male hurrying towards the sound of Niviaq’s call. He had hypothesised over many things regarding this birth, the number of children, the colouring, the markings, the weight and length at birth even the genders. After all the births of Galileo and Pandora had truly only yielded early data on the subject, a second birth from the same parents would surely rearrange the genetic material once more in a way Pan hopes to prove can surely be calculated via a formula- if only he can isolate the correct numerical values and understandings. He can scent the blood of birth even from here, his paws hurrying only faster, loath to miss the even entirely. After all, how could such information be considered appropriate if not gathered first hand and by a real life account! That he has managed to miss only one birth is a thrilling thin in the least, gold and copper head emerging into the den space as he pants- well out of breath as those strange black eyes rest first upon Niviaq before falling upon the small girl nestled against her, pale as herself.

“A girl! Excellent, I shall make a note of this accordingly. She seems to take rather a lot after you. Is that it or are there more?”

Sweet words of comfort have never truly been his forte and yet his excitement over the matter is surely palpable as his tail waves in sheer delight at what occurs before him, hardly meaning to seem abrupt of uncaring, his words merely those of a boy fascinated by the process itself as he eyes rest upon his imprint once more. His own form eases downwards, offering her space and yet attempting to allow himself a closer view all the same, the entire birthing process and utter delight to his senses as the second child is born. A boy this time, one seeming to hold his own golden sheenas his lips pull into a truly satisfied grin at his evident contribution to this child all the same. This one much larger then his sister, larger then any of their children had been.

“A boy, wonderful, he is striking, this one- he is bigger then the others isn’t he? I wonder, will he be the largest of them as they grow, how curious it shall be to monitor.”

His head tilts slightly, considering the children before him now, the girl seeming to reflect much of Niviaq where he is assured their son seems to hold a look entirely as himself- neither of them seeming to possess the earthen hue of Indus as Galileo had. How curious, that genetics should work in such a fashion, perhaps his original formula was faulty, at least, the results before him would indicate it. The sudden emergence of a third child and another boy sees Pan very near leap upward in surprise and delight at this newfound discovery , tail smacking aginst the inside of the den as a third child and third son in brought into the world. The grin upon Pan’s lips however, readily falters at the sight of him and his chocolate hued pelt. Indus, it would seem- had failed to be left out once more.

“How fascinating that this colour should appear again, it must be a potent gene, this chocolate hue. Do you feel as if any more are in there? I hypothesised at least three and I would be displeased to be proven wrong.”

Yet wrong, it seems, is what he is destined to be, eyes widening significantly now as it seems Niviaq continues to strain and the day draws onwards. At last a final child is delivered, another girl in a hue Pan has not truly seen before, once more opening his mind to the utter wonder of such things as the girl is placed beside her siblings. Four. She had delivered him four children this day and his desire to touch her and each of them is so suddenly overwhelming that even the brilliance of his mind is not swift enough to consider that this is an emotional response. His muzzle extends forward to her own, touched to it now, his very soul seeming to sigh in utter relief as he assures himself she is well before his muzzle drops to each child in turn, black eyes passing over each, marvelling at them.

“I had anticipated three, in truth, though four is a fitting number and a true feat at our age I suspect. You must be in an exceptionally healthy state Niviaq! Of course I suspected nothing less- you have always been perfection in every form, both scientifically and aesthetically.”

Well. It is almost a compliment. Sort of. The names she offers see the gleaming golden male nod, content with her suggestions before her gaze lifts to his own in a silent implication. His attention returns then to the children, features frowned a moment before he gestures to the unnamed girl.

“That one we should call Isa because it is a pretty and feminine name and it befits her. That boy I should like to call Rhett- for it means the great advisor and I feel it will provide him purpose in this life and purpose is very important. How do you feel in comparison to the last birth? I should like to make notes on your experience.”