When he is summoned, he was already working up a lather-sweat for stress on the shoreline of the beach. Pacing, racing and stamping at waves that disrupted his anxiety. Then word comes and he dives into the waves to rid himself of the foam, whirling when he is rinsed and charging through the nighttime wind. His legs pumping, muscles coiling and releasing with a powerful spring, he shrieks a call of excitement. He is no Aldebaran, but he is eager to meet his child, his wife, to see what Allat and Taweret & Meskhenet might have blessed him with.

His fine head tosses high as he draws near enough to intrude on the birthing area, summoned there despite the usual tradition keeping that solely for the Wife. It had been hard, he had been told before the wind ate any further words, and she would need to remain stationary as best she could for a time to recuperate.

His eyes widen, the night sky mirrored on his hide and comet on his brow but the moon itself mirrored on the brows of his children. CHILDREN! His brown eyes widen, surprise plain on his features, the boys fed and now re-tangled in a new attempt to stand. It had of course failed due to the blood red one tripping his counterpart, sending the black one tumbling beneath his brother's legs and knocking out his knees. The red squeals, but still the black remains silent.

"Sons," he breathes, stunned surprise on his face as his brothers also arrive after having heard Atair’s call of excitement upon his arrival. "SONS!" He cries out in joy, rearing up only so much, clearly already afraid of breaking them despite being far enough away to barely even see the dark black colt in the full-moon rays. "Oh, Eness. We are twice blessed," he sounds choked, dipping his head to the pile of legs as he walks close. "The Full and Crescent moons..." his awe is more than apparent.