Whether or not he'd be a good father suddenly became irrelevant when the female actually agreed to give him the pups. Where to bring them to him? For a minute his mind went blank. He didn't exactly have a permanent address, what with him being packless and wandering from here to there on a daily basis, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to tie himself down to one place long enough to defend it against intruders so it would be safe to bring babies there when the time came. "Ah... I'll meet you near your pack's borders. Soulless Forest, right?" He might not know her name, but it was good business to know the packs in the area and their territories, so he could certainly recognize the scent on her. Ridiculous name for a forest, though. "There's a little den in one of the hills near the wash just over the border." One of his many emergency dens, too small to entice a particularly dangerous rival to take up residence so it should be somewhat safe for her to dump the pups there if she showed before he did, and he didn't plan to stay there long anyway. Somehow he didn't think she'd actually show at all if she had to carry a bunch of pups further than that. Gods, a bunch of pups. How many would there be? His pelt prickled with growing excitement. Pups! Of his own! More and more the idea was beginning to chase away the gloom surrounding him. Sure he felt guilty about it, but Loki was selfish at heart and it wasn't his life he'd ruined with his stupid actions, so he shoved aside the guilt that had he'd been gnawing on in favor of this excitement.
