Feeling something choke his throat but not in a bad way, Lucifer lashed his tail to try and wring out the emotion. He didn't know how to handle the feelings Teagan and the colt were creating within his breast. It was almost too much, but when she noticed it was him and gave him the okay to come closer, the monster didn't hesitate. He took careful steps, watching where he placed his overly large hooves.

Bending his neck, he responded to Teagan's outstretched muzzle with his own. Another soft but deep toned whisker escaped his lungs, flooding the air with his sound. It was hard to have her pull away from him. He wanted to look over all of her still, make sure she was okay. He hadn't ever felt like this before, which made him twitchy but not dangerous. Using his moment of her pulling away, he lowered his head slowly and let his eyes be closer to the same height as the foals.

“He is.” Lucifer's voice was almost a rumbling purr. His large head reached forward the same time Teagan's did, hoping to steady to foal. Watching the black and white form of his newest child, Lucifer slowly reached a bit farther forward, hoping it was okay. He would use his upper lip if allowed, running it in little twitching movements over the black and white child's forehead. He wanted to touch, to feel the fresh life. He wasn't young by any means anymore, which gave Teagan what others hadn't had the chance to witness yet.

Lucifer was entirely, for the first time in his life, without darkness in the face of this child.