Raschen could only smile to his flustered mate, leaning down and resting a kiss to her forehead. He oet through her hair soothingly as he looked from her to their now fast asleep little ones. He eyed them up and down quietly though with a bright smile. He would.gladly surrender the girl's nameto his mate and proudly accepted naming his son. He reached.out and gently pet through his son's light fiery red fur.<br/><br/>He thought for a few long moments and smiled, rubbing the tall feline ears his son possessed. "Tristan.." he spoke softly, kissing the sleeping cub's forehead.<br/><br/>The name was fitting. He knew his children would hold the power of magicks and he was all too eager to see their respective energies present themselves in the coming months.  He was looking forward to teaching them the meanings of justice and duty. Raschen simply couldn't describe the joy he felt in this exact moment. It was like a burst of sunlight in his chest to see their faces and hear their coos and purs. Tears streaked the warrior's cheeks as he held the group gently in his arms. He would forever be their fortress and their guardian so long as the sands beneath his paws were under his command.<br/><br/>He finally collected himself enough to look to his daughter and then to his mate. "And what shall you name her, my sweet" he whispered softly so as not to wake them. He could hear swift paws retuening alongside the van and chatter between the Hase though his mind was far from focused on them.