Verdict granted, Vespertio waited silently for the response of his subordinates. As expected they offered their gratitude both verbally and physically, the patriarch's head tipping skyward slightly while the underneath of his chin was adorned with licks of submissive appreciation before both Moonshadow and Tagg moved away to offer their bellies in a sign of true submission. Despite feeling uncertain about this unexpected conversation at first, the tawny male couldn't help but feel at least slightly relieved that although Namid and himself wouldn't bring new life to the Cove come spring, there still would be pups running about. That thought alone brought a warm smile to his lips, but it was short lived.

Reaching down, jaws parted to capture Tagg's muzzle in a firm grip accompanied with a growl of his own while Namid did similar to Moonshadow that portrayed Vespertio's dominance over him and to serve as a reminder who was in charge. This was a blessing not to be taken lightly, nor expected to have granted again in the future to come as was mentioned earlier. Content the pair had received the message his jaws parted from around the other man's snout and gave a small nod before turning to bump the top of his muzzle against Namid's cheek, venturing off toward the next task. Situation handled here, more pressing matters required his attention.