Peace was coming to the lands of Hawthorne once more. The war was over, with Hawthorne and Tarben coming to a truce. Luckily, Revna only sustained a few minor cuts and brusies, and noted that Vlad came out prettu much unscathed. The same could not be said for some other members of their pack who had perished under the paws of Tarben, Nightingale, and Sindri. Most noteable, those straight from Lucaya's bloodline. She didn't know how Vlad was doing, since Damian's death. Or that of Helheim, Aya, or even the loss of Drevis and Lahmer who curretnly stayed in Tarben's lands. Styxx and Ruax were now protecting the enslaved Tarben heiress, Athelflaed, who would be priosner until some other arrangements were made. As she entered her den, happy to finally be back with Vlad, Revna felt the kicking in her swollen belly become almost unbearable. Giving a gasp, the woman fell to the ground, unknowing how bad the pain of birth would be. "Vladimir!" She called out, before lifitng her head in a howl, beckoing her mate. She would need his strength. Their children were about to be here. The woman sunk to the ground, attempting to breath during the process.

Fade in.. Fade out.

The woman gazed at their children who she knew right there and then would never be able to make her disappointed. They were could, she could tell. As she looked to Vladimir who surely had to be by her side now, the woman gave him a gentle smile. "Oh Vlad.. they're gorgeous." She murmured, the brindled warrioress gently lapping at them. Four precious children. Looking towards the outside of the den, she noticed how bright the night sky was, almost like Bo would be smiling down on her. Her son was welcoming his new brothers and sisters. She gave a silent thank you, before gazing down at the children. "I'd like to name them. For this little boy, who looks like you, my love, Ambrose.. This little girl, almost a replica of myself, Viessa.. what about the other two, love?" She murmured, gently gazing at the children who laid at her belly.