Corrigan can feel, on some level, that it's been enough -- that this first breeding, with Kurt begging for his pups, with them wholly aware of all the aspects of their new role, had been all that'd be needed. His seed is warm in their belly, and the pack will soon be able to see all the changes that pregnancy would cause in their little mate. Kurt's carrying his baby.

But it definitely doesn't stop him from trying again. And again. And again, his instincts sensing how ready his sweet little human was to have his pups, compelling him to spend as much time as possible knotted inside them. The pack usually takes turns with Kurt, enjoying their insatiable mate's delightful, delicate body, but for the next several days, Corrigan exerts his Alpha role to occupy most of Kurt's time. His brothers understand -- breeding is a full time job -- but eventually convince the Alpha to join the next hunt. Let his wolf side run free for a bit.

Benji is given guard duties, having insisted upon it, eager to prove himself a good protector for Kurt. He stretches out in the sun, wolf-formed, his chin resting on his mate's thigh, ears pricked for any sounds. Being a wolf intensifies the youngest brother's keen senses, making sure he can tell the difference between the return of the pack and any potential threats.

But it also makes him more... easily distracted. A rustle in the bushes has Benji lifting his head, hackles rising at the unfamiliar scent. A low growl rumbles in his chest, eyes narrowing, ready to fight for his mate if need be.