Bastet and Menkhet. They were names foreign to him but in that moment, they had taken on their own meanings. Bastet the smallest and Menkhet the strongest. He couldn't help but give a smirk as he watched Sekhmet nudge each child, fascinated by how she seemed so at peace in their presence. But that seemed to change, her energy different as she seemed to remember her role as not only a mother to children but to their pack as well. Instinctively, Kweku moved aside somewhat, though he moved to block the den's mouth at the same time, unwilling to let her leave them hungry so soon. They'd have their chance to experience that but for now, even he knew they were too small and new to be without warmth and food. Yet, it didn''t seem she was planning to leave after all. Good, he had to admit to himself. He'd hate to lose a fight to her.
He blinked at her questions. How long? Would he watch them? He wasn't sure about any of it. It seemed like... a lot of energy to be displaced by such a request. "I can watch," he did give her that at least - he had working eyes, after all, and a good nose. He could keep them in line surely, and the pack? He'd already spent most of the winter keeping the borders clear just for the night the pups would arrive...he could likely do that for longer too. After all, they would grow slowly. He had to ensure he could keep away as many threats as possible until they could pull their weight too.
"No child or pack will be safer," he smirked, chuffed at his own confidence. He was sure she'd agree - though he was unmotivated at the best of times, he'd found it in him to at least try in the last season. For now though, he was content to laze about in the den as the storm passed and he hoped she'd take the hint too. Nobody would bother in such weather and even if she could not admit it, Kweku could see she needed rest.