Life had been quiet lately in Drekistone since the war, the sickness that affected some of their members, causing them to lose Elsa, and just low activity. She knew Mori was out and about, taking care of any deceased, either remaining from the war or the plague, while all she could do was sit around. She was hesitant to try and fly while she carried the next royal litter, in addition to flying around made her more prone to the infection. She sighed, laying her head on her paws.

The starry pelt on the Drekistone alphess flickered as Lahmer felt the familiar feelings of contractions hit, to which she howled out for her mate, ”Bal!”, wherever he may be. She knew he would have time, since it was still early in the contractions, but the ethereal dracarae wanted him there for all of it. She huffed through the next contraction, wincing slightly with each wave.

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Five pups laid at a tired Lahmer’s belly, nursing from her stomach. The tired mother looked up to hopefully see Balerion there. Upon seeing him, she’d plop her head without hesitation onto their den floor, tired from the labor. In a low, out of breath voice, she spoke. ”Shryko… Arrax… Morning… Caraxes… Cannibal…” Lahmer let her eyes to close softly, she was tired. She spoke once again. ”You choose…which gets which...” The starry mother then fell into a peaceful, much needed sleep.

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