That he had, in some fashion, managed to fluster the girl remained to be seen- the golden male entirely oblivious to such things as he proceeds to inform her of her scientifically correct proportions- his own attention upon the children now, seeking to assess each one with diligent care although he finds himself both bemused and perhaps…displeased at the deep earthen chocolate colour the males seem to hold, as if Indus sought to return once more as he had upon Galileo. Pan had never hated his father, to be sure, more so he had been born to parents whom had failed to understand anything at all about their unnaturally gifted child. Justice had wanted him for a prince, Indus had wanted him for a warrior and in turn neither had understood or perhaps respected his talents towards academia. As he had aged, perhaps, he had come to understand their simply folly in this. They were Alpha’s, they expected such a thing from their children in turn, his Father a warrior before his rise to power and as such his mind was more simple perhaps. They could hardly be blamed for it he supposed and yet there was a resentment towards them still- the parents who would not, or could not, understand him.

Niviaq’s notes upon her condition saw the male seize upon these thoughts with ready delight once more, gaze lifting at last from their litter of newborns to rest upon his imprint now as she seemed to find agreement with the names he had chosen. Though why she wouldn’t remains to be seen- they were exceptional names, scientifically chosen for success and as such were perfect by his own deductions. Her assurance that she was nauseous saw a look of mild concern and curiosity both cross his features, head tilted to better examine her figure now as a single step back was taken- as if to better view the wolfess before seemingly coming to a conclusion.

“Yes, I imagine you are correct. While perfect you are still small with narrow hips, I imagine that has provided some discomfort especially with four children to birth. I imagine though, it is also fortunate that I am not so large myself as I am sure this genetic combination affords as a predisposition towards more…..compact children if you will. I am glad you appreciate how amazing the body is- not nearly enough wolves do.”

He manages a smile then, a beautiful, beaming look flashed towards her before those strange black eyes return to their large litter, the male seating himself comfortably now beside his small family, ears pricked forward at those last and final words she was given to utter- head tilted slightly in some attempt to understand entirely what her words might mean- sentiment, after all, has never truly been within his intellectual range. This time however, he offers nothing on it, merely allowing his lip to quirk in perhaps the most humble of gestures the often egotistical male is ever truly given to display.

“I am inclined to believe the same- of you.”