Hadrian leaves and Fenrir exhales calmly, not willing to grit his teeth over the potential ruined innocence of his daughter when he had three more at his mate’s belly. Samia would need to grow up, he knew, and if it was sooner than he liked, then it was only a sorry happenstance. She is a cheerful girl, but she is strong, he thinks. She will be okay.

He watches as she bursts in and laughs as she hears him offer her the chance to name her sisters. She is as glad of the chance as her mother is that he had offered and for a moment he revels in one of his few correct choices in life. He smiles and nods as Samia nods her head and comes to deposit the fat capybara before her mother before investigating the new pups. “Good, then you can go first, dearheart.” He allows Samia the chance first because he and her mother had had a good time of it already - had plenty of pups they had already named. And she takes no time at all, it seems, on her belly as she had been asked.

“Can we name her feather? She looks like the feather of the hawks in the skies who swoop down for fish and mice,” she asks, and the look in Fenrir’s eyes is one of remembrance and a little bit of somber affection. “That is a beautiful name, Samia. Your Uncle Seamus will be so pleased to hear what you have called her. His mate, before we came here. Her name was Feather. She was a beautiful and strong female and more noble than most of the others of her people.” He wraps his neck around his mate and noses at the daughter that Samia had named, murmuring, “Feather.” His warm breath makes her quiver.

Then he looks up to Natu, scenting his young, flashy, daughter and seeming surprised. “She is a dragonchild like our son Alistair… I think I shall name her… Tiamat.” He smiles, though he does see how she pushes her sisters aside shamelessly from teats that she finds through them and takes a hold of her mother first, despite her moderate size in comparison. He knows in that moment that the first child would likely be the smallest. Feather holds her own, but the first daughter gladly seems to move on from the one Tiamat stole in order to obtain her own after Feather.

“And who is she, our little white streaked darling, Natu?”