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This was insufferable.

A hell she should have taken care of before the herbs were of no use, but she had been ecstatic to be the first (that she is aware of) to bring Nyra's grandchildren into the world, to be the first to give Jaxxon and Joxer grandchildren, too. They were playing chips, chess pieces, bartering tools.

Not children.

How was she to know she would grow this round and fat, that her bladder would be kicked constantly?

An annoyance.

But she dealt with it, carried the pawns to term with her usual pride in her stride, though the last week has been rough. These past few days, she hasn't even had the energy to move down the mountain, because she knew it would be hell to get back up again.

She had sent Abaddon's pet to get himself the flower from Lake's Halo before she was limited to the den sites, turning him into a wet nurse, though that new woman just had a litter as well. She didn't know her yet, to trust some new blood with the heirs of Jakten, Toska was well under heel already. After the birth, and after she rested, the children would go to him.

She just needed to fucking get to that point.

The moon was full, high in the sky, when the twitching in her spine started.

For fuck sakes

Polly went to her den, to the temporary nest that would be discarded after, and rode the waves.

The first came at midnight, a bright red girl, already the apple of her eye apparently.

The second, a boy with bloody wings, fitting...he looked like that woman from the tournament...

The third, a boy white as snow, Albinism runs strong in the Drazen's it seems...

The fourth, a girl of beautiful blue and speckled with her cream, pretty. Could be married off easy enough..

The fifth, a girl that looked like Abaddon with her cream and brown, a pride to be paraded around later to be sure.

The sixth, how many of these is she going to have??? A boy, Jaxxon tinted ginger and red, thoughts already in her mind for his future.

The seventh, the last, yes? No? A boy, a clone of that feral thing she didn't get the name of with her own reds mixed in.

The eighth, surely this one was the last yes? A boy, chromatic with her bloodied splash.

The children cleaned, tucked in at her tits and feeding, Polly finally was done.

What a fucking bitch to deal with, she had half a mind to just eat the boys, save for the ones obviously Nightwish. It'd be easy, too, so small, so weak...but. She did need more wolves loyal to only her.

They would be spared, for now, time will tell if they end up weak or not, Loyal or not. Then, Polly would deal with them.