08-02-2021, 06:25 PM
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The Queen, or anyone, was expecting her to have at least eight children. Though the elk known as Vaskian had propheciesed as so, she didn't truly believe it. Wolves rarely held that much, a big litter often consisted at five, and the occasional rare six. However, she was blessed with a large litter, yet at the same time she couldn't count it; more of a retribution. Two were exact looks of cousins now dead, and the other three were not the Déorwine blessed.
She was slowly adjusting to it, the factor that these were her kids - regardless how.. Sinful they were. Yet there was still clear hesitation to her love to them, at times Célnes would hesitate to their lawful crying before attempting to comfort. She didn't completely deny them neither of attention, and definitely not for hunger.
In thought her tail gently padded the ground, the occasional child mewling like a screaming gull at the sibling rivalry of being ontop.
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