To pick, of HIS offspring, which to take?! This was... Herasy! Caine's hackles raised as he growled deeply. He knew that he could not carry them all... No, Jury had given him more than he had ever expected of her. But this fight, with the Judge, was one even he knew that he could not win.
Looking to the pups for a brief moment he softly scruffed two into his jaws - the female with orange markings, and surprisingly, the runt of the litter, the chocolatey-coated male.
A snort of disgust was given at the general disruption in his plans... But he moved to leave anyway. Past Judgement, he began making his way home, where he knew that his mate would help him care for his pick of the litter.