It would be anyday now. Anyday and her pups would be here. Soraya was tired of walking around looking like a pumpkin. And lately, it seemed like the days were stretching longer and longer. The Queen of Tarben was a bit sick of being pregnant at this point, but she was excited to meet her children. Honestly, she did wonder what they would look like. Would they be Beartotohs shape and size or her own? It wasn't up to her to decide, that was up to fate. The Misty femme paced around the center of their home, the mist slowly gathering around her feet. Her roses slowly glanced over her swollen belly, a smile forming on her face. "You could stop kicking me, you kow." She laughed softly, but that laugh was cut short. After her comment, a sharp pain cascaded through her body. Her freaked out mothers brain immediately went to the bad thoughts. "Oh my god.. something's wrong.." Her mind screamed at her, but she shook her head as a contraction rippled through her body. No. Apparently now was the time for her to give birth. This is what nature wanted? The Queen of Tarben immediately raised her nose to the sky, giving out a call for her Husband to meet her in their den. It was time for the children to enter the world.

The woman carefully walked over to their den, Once she was inside, she took a second to take a deep breath before laying down on their makeshift bed of moss. Her roses shut tightly from the pain coursing through her body, claws digging deeper into the earth below her. "This is worth it. To meet our children.," Her voice was barely a whisper as she felt another contraction ripple through.

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Six beautiful suckling pups laid at her belly. Soraya gently nosed each of them, counting them over and over. Beartooth would have six more soldiers to train when the time was right. The smile never left her lips as she gazed at them. Feeling the energy radiating from each of them, she could tell that they were powerful, most likely elementals like herself and Beartooth. The woman looked up at her Husband, if he had arrived by then, and gave him a gentle stare. "They're beautiful.. would you like to name them, my love?" She whispered, exhaustion apparent in her roses. She wasn't sure if she had the strength to think of any names for the children. The one thing that surprised her was the even mix of those who looked like her, and those who looked like Beartooth. Three were obviously maned wolves like herself, the other normal. But she would love all of them evenly. She rested her head on the ground, eyes shutting slightly as the exhasution began to consume her. She would be fine, she just needed some rest.