Sanshoku licked at Rambaldi’s jaw lovingly as she admired their children. She could sense the power in their children, and she nosed each one tenderly. “We made some fine pups, little bird,” she practically purred, looking up at her mate and touching her nose with his again before he asked about names.

“Aristotle and Victoria are lovely names,” she hummed, touching her nose to each of the named pups and licking them clean before she glanced at the others. “And how about Rasputin and Curie for these two?” She gently touched the male that was a phantquatis like herself, his orange coloring already glowing faintly. The female was also phantquatis, looking more like herself than her mate. Her vined tail swished gently over her little family, and she raised her head to nuzzle her mate once more, eyes aglow with love and exhaustion from her labors.