Ilima relaxes, rubbing the pups' heads with his fingers. They make cute little noises typical of Growlithe pups. The two other pups are hungry and trying to get at the milk, stretching their limbs. The ones suckling on his breasts keep going until their full, yawning after. He scoops them close, wishing he could provide more warmth than he can.

He noses against them, looking at He Ming once he's returned to clean him off. He sets the pups on the warm blanket and makes sure they're huddled together, allowing He Ming to wash him clean without complaint. Ilima does keep his eye on the pups though, slightly concerned.