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As was typical of Nose-in-the-air, the buck had a near mental breakdown upon hearing the news and once he recovered, had refused to leave Last Night's side for more than a second. It was lucky she had such a patient nature, as his constant fussing would have driven anyone else to homicidal rage.

With his second clutch resting in her belly, Nose was struck by how different this felt from when his brief time with First Strike. He’d barely thought about the children last time around. They had happened, he had groaned a bit and then he’d come to love them; only to find his skills as a father were completely non-existent. He had tried, but he had failed them.

This time it would be different, he told himself.

"They shouldn't be so hard to find," he complained for the tenth time, as he stepped forward to unnecessarily push aside a branch that looked like it was going to get a few inches too close to Last Night. "They should all hang around the same place. Have a special Legendary club."

"A couple of them live at the Swamp border, if you want a nest of Legendaries," a sudden voice dryly drawled, "real lovebirds they are, too: children, tribe, and all. Can't imagine what you'd do with so many though."

And there she was, strange golden eye gleaming lazily beneath her lowered lids as she reclined on a nearby rock so conveniently flat, so conveniently placed.

"One at a time is bad enough, but a club? I'd snap before a week was out."

Last Night, on her part, had been surprised, but she took the mare's sudden appearance in stride and had immediately dipped into a low bow even as Nose froze and then grumbled by her side. By the time he fell silent, she was standing composed and gathered by his side, a faint smile on her face at his words. She had never felt the need to define their relationship and neither had it seemed Nose until now when the lack made it difficult to communicate in the most eloquent of ways.

Given Nose a gentle nudge on the cheek, she reassured him that she was hardly going into labor despite the fact that her belly was quite swollen. She spoke, voice mild and low, but even and polite, "If it is your will, we would be very grateful if you would bless our clutch."

"We understand that it is not a necessity or something that is needed, but it would would help settle at least some of the worries associated with parenting," Last Night continued, judging that this mare would not take well to being told that they needed her to do something and that she was required to oblige them.

Nose needed others to push back, otherwise he could spiral into a morose state where all, including himself, were subjected to his ire. Perhaps Last Night did not push in the same way as the legendary before them, but she could appreciate the sentiment none the less. The slightest smile on her face, more softness than happiness or even amusement, she leaned against him for a brief moment to quell his most immediate response.

"If you truly despised this task and did not want to perform it, would any worry persuade you?" There was no hostility in her voice, only curiosity as she looked upon the legendary. "Parents wish the best for their children and though a blessing cannot solve everything and a clutch without one may do just as well, a blessing, even for something as intangible and mutable as future happiness or a certain personality, may serve to push in desired direction."

She looked to Nose then, because she did not worry, at least not the way he did or even perhaps most parents. She believed that kin would become who they were and while a blessing may serve as influence, no things could be set in stone. So it was his worries that she hoped to assuage with a blessing. and so he must be the one to voice them. Nudging him to speak, she wondered idly if he would respond defensively or if he would speak truthfully, at least partly, of what troubled him.

"Hm," she remarked, "as far as requests go, there could be worse ones, I guess. The kind of thing the Swamp would approve of, at least."

The unblinking stare finally relented, flicking briefly to his antlered mate before they shuttered.

"Alright, may your children respect the Swamp and know happiness with others...and not grow up to be raging psychos, yeah?"

Without waiting for an answer, she had leapt away - but pausing briefly, she tossed over her shoulder, "Your daughter says hi, by the way - or she probably would if she'd known I'd run into you. She'd probably be relieved your taste in does has improved, too. Have fun, kids."

Then she was an owlcat.

Then she was gone.