As Jynx retracted her embrace, Gent leaned forward to knock his muzzle against hers in reciprocation. His ears turned forward to take in both of their words, the two of them assuring him that they would mind their place in regards to the founding pair and that whatever children they had would follow suit. Gent pressed on another smile. It was true that he wanted his blood to claim the throne even after he was gone, that he hoped his children would succeed himself and Raela and continue the lineage. There were no illusions about this being a given, however, and certainly not a right that the growing litter would merely inherit. Aleris, Lucia and @Ryker all knew that everything they wanted, they would need to work for like any other wolf. If leadership was their ambition, they would have to work their way up the ranks and claim it. Should any one of Emrys and Jynx's children prove more worthy, Gent would have no qualms about it.
Just as had led his decision now, the ultimate importance was that the Notch thrived.
"My children are aware they must earn what they desire. Your litter will be just as precious to this pack as mine, a part of our legacy and they will want for nothing. I appreciate your consideration, but it is unnecessary. The pack as a whole takes precedence, not my name or our blood."
If his father could hear him now, he would weep with shame, but no longer did Gent give a damn about the teachings of his childhood. He was not the same wolf he had been when he'd first entered Relic Lore, and that was owed mostly to his wife.
"Raela is improving, actually. You're both more than welcome to visit with her. I'm sure you, want time to discuss this privately, but I'll be returning to her now. You should meet with us later."