Their names. He'd certainly had plenty of thoughts on that topic, ones for if their were any girls and ones for whatever boys might come. Sven hadn't settled on any of them, trusting that he would simply know when he saw his children for the first time.
As nature took its course, he said nothing, only doing his best to give her space when he felt she needed it (not that much was allowed at all in the birthing den meant mostly for mother and children rather than two grown adults) and running his tongue along her crown to soothe her when he felt she didn't. When the first one came he craned his neck to see her, dark and curled against her mother's stomach. Of course it was a girl, he thought to himself with a smile, thinking of Attica and Lila. Would they only have one as well, a pattern well known to his parents?
Luckily not. The second and last was gifted to them some time after, a son, and Sven's chest swelled with love and gratitude as he gazed upon the two dark bundles as they squirmed and mewled, rooting for milk. A boy and a girl, the best of both worlds; a perfect first litter.
He was quietly a moment, resting with Leotie and watching their children, until he felt a sudden sense of certainty.
"Scully," he told her, voice soft.
"For the boy."