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Aresenn had watched the entire process in a humbled silence. From the smallest, delicate pup to the final, massive one, each one a testament to the tenacity and strength of the woman who bore them. As he gazed upon each squirming bundle, something stirred within him - a mix of emotions that he had never experienced before. The sight was almost otherworldly in its rawness, filling him with a sense of wonder and humility. And when things finally settled, he met Absinth's weak grin with a subtle one of his own. "You are so beautiful," he managed to gruffly voice out, his gaze fixed on her every movement and expression. His words were more than just a crude compliment; they held a wealth of unspoken affection and respect for her bravery and endurance. Each moment with her was etched into his memory, cherished and treasured forevermore.

As his gaze slid to their offspring, a wave of protectiveness swept over him, causing his heart to flutter with an unfamiliar emotion. He moved closer, drawn in by the vibrant fur of each newborn, the subtle twitching of their tiny noses, and the soft whimpers that filled the den with life. For Aresenn, this was a new and foreign experience, one that he couldn't help but feel curious about as he studied each precious creature before him. The warmth emanating from the cozy den enveloped him, and the scent of new life lingered in the air like a sweet perfume.

His gaze flickered back to Absinth, his paw reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. He had never seen her so drained, yet so content, a tired smile still playing on her lips. As his paw swept across her cheek, he murmured gently, "Well done, warrior." The words, although thinly veiled were meant of intimacy.

"Aresenn Praetor"