Noah followed Elann’s gaze enough to see she was looking at the stitches in his arm and ribcage. She didn’t say anything on her wants but he could infer that she wanted to lay on him since it was what she often did. The stitches impeded that and he wished they were gone all the more. Enjoying her petting, he listened to her sweet voice with a plain face, nodding to tell her the small changes were a blessing. He watched her look over her shoulder and then ask if he was full, chuckling at swarming children. “I’m fine,” he said in regards to him being hungry still. Having two plates of food had filled him up but not to the point of discomfort.

Elann bringing up hungry children made him think on the conversation they had a long while ago in the confines of Elann’s apartment. He wondered about their own eventual children or if they would have any at all. Elann had expressed her fears of being a barren wife, unable to have any children of her own, and Noah hoped that wasn’t the case for her sake. He didn’t feel particularly strong about having children one way or another and was content with it being just him and Elann. That said, they had coupled a few times already and he was open to the possibility of them having children. Yet, as had been brought up before, he was perfectly alright with adopting a child or two, if it was what Elann wanted.

The more he thought quietly about potentially growing their family the more he found himself wishing their children to be Kelvic like him as well. Most of all, he wished to carry on the seemingly inherent gene of his which made predators of all his siblings. In addition to that, he yearned for one of his potential children to be a golden eagle like himself and his mother before him. If he could get nothing else, that was what he wanted most of all. He also wondered what the chance was for his children to be Kelvic given his apparent pureblood heritage. His father’s blood seemed strong enough to strain out most traces of his mother in all his siblings, including himself. None of them had her blonde hair or cyan eyes. They all had their sire’s dark locks and blue, easily impressionable eyes.

“Are you going to take the plates back?” he asked curiously. He figured she would and would be back again. Following his question he looked towards the flaps of the wagon and wondered where Aimee was. Seeing as there was a collection of small, quick moving critters for dinner that night, he couldn’t help but think she leant her hunting prowess to the camp’s cook in order to secure more diverse food. It wasn’t above her to help others like so, he thought, especially lately it seemed.