Felih gently hands over the spotted kit to K'pandolu, and the kit fusses and squirms, mrowing squeakily in protest, a hoarse little sound that made it sound as if it had been straining its voice for quite a while now: both poor kits had been crying out for their mother.

The sounds breaks Felih's heart and he cuddles the black kit close to his chest, letting a low, rumbling purr kick up in him, the sound soothing the kit into calming down. "Poor things. They wouldn't stand a chance on their own. I'll name you... Umbra," he says after a moment, cuddling the kit in his arms. "She'll be a good one. I think the spotted one you've got is male, but feel free to check again. I didn't get the best of looks, considering our rush..."

Felih's already turned on his mother-hen mode, fawning over the kit in his arms and dutifully protecting it, keeping it warm and secure. "I'll have to go fetch bottles and milk..."