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He could only imagine how the dark-furred guardian would react to having a child named after him; Lachesis almost worried that it would go to the male’s head, as most things did. But the swarthy guardian had improved drastically since arriving in Hearthwood—he had even supported the move south, despite his initial disagreement. They were certainly lucky to have him, and XIX couldn’t think of a better way to thank him for his services than to name on his children loosely after him. A crooked grin rolled onto his dark lips at her comment and he nodded softly in agreement. But, before he could respond, his agouti mate spoke once more, this time announcing that she would like to name a boy after her brother. This time he nodded more feverishly, his nose pressing to her cheek. Of course, he hummed in response, his tail wagging gently behind him. Truthfully the Stark hadn’t even thought of naming one of their children after his own family. Maybe in the future, when they both ran out of names to give. He wouldn’t mind naming a daughter after his mother—she had, after all, played an important role in his life. Have any other ideas?

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He asked her if she had any more ideas and she shook her head. “We ‘ave plenty of time ta figure it out.” There were nearly two months between now and when she was going to deliver, and so she was trying to pace herself. She had just wanted to talk to Lach about her ideas before they slipped away from her. They were both so busy, both shouldering the weight of leading a relatively new pack. Everyone was still learning the territories and because of it everything could be seen as more of a challenge from hunting to protecting. “Reckon Ah could steal ya away from yer busy schedule fer a nap?” It’d been quite a day and she always slept better when she was close to him, because he calmed her down.

A nap? With you? He chuffed at her question, his expression growing soft as he nudged her cheek affectionately with his nose. You know I always have time for you, he hummed as he motioned for her to lead the way, his tail swaying gently behind him, especially when it involves napping. The ghost was more of a nocturnal creature; he did not get much sleep during the night and resorted to the early morning or late afternoon for power naps to recharge. Therefore, naps with his mate would never be turned down, no matter how much he had on his plate. The couple didn’t get much time alone and he’d soak up every minute he got to spend with her and just her…

Fade, thread complete.

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