Raven was rolling her eyes every day at the stupidity of it all. She was carrying more than a couple pups, she knew that. It was menial and exhausting. She knew they were wondering in Ranjord. She wasn’t the type to be a mother. As she was thinking about the circumstances of her predicament, she felt pain rip wholly through her body. The Dane-blooded girl dragged herself to her den.

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Raven was very oddly glad that two of her daughters had been born dead. It was less pups for her to take care of. As it was, she still had a little daughter, and three sons. After thinking, she gave two of the boys deadly-sounding names, Pierce and Ahriman. Then it was for the girl Esmeray, a name which meant “dark moon”. Naming her last son was a little bit harder. Finally, she settled on Clouseau.

“I’m so powerful, I don’t need batteries to play!”