There was a slight tension in the air as she spoke, just enough to notice but not enough to be overly worried. A look of slight concern showed through his eyes, wondering if the pup with breathing problems was alright. No, he wouldn't think like that. I'm sure the little one is alright. They have you both as parents after all. N​ó​ttin smiled softly at both Golde and Hexx, hoping that they accepted his positive affirmations. The pair then went on to accept him into the den, a nod from Hexx in agreement that he would be allowed inside.

The Pillar followed Golde cautiously into the den, making sure not to go too far in in case she needed more space. Blue eyes adjusted to the darkness as he looked further into its depths. There they were, little bundles of soft fur and little squeaks. They are beautiful, Golde. Just beautiful. It was almost hard to believe that once upon a time, he too was as tiny as this. A warmth filled him up in that moment, his mind wandering to thoughts of having his own children some day. Would Dalmatia ever want such a thing? Would they even make good parents? The Night of the North would like to think so.