The Mother of Asteraia approaches the Mountain this day in hopes to find her eldest son and daughter. Rhae was not entirely certain her red headed daughter had returned to her chosen home after her visit, but she knew Cae would not be far. He was as loyal as his Mother and Father both combined, but in his own silent way. Since their decision to have found home upon the Mountain, they would both undoubtedly have done all they could for pack as if they were family. That was the sort of wolf Iblis and Rhae had raised them to be, after all, and if either had strayed from such a way they would be surprised to say the least. Warm teal eyes watch the mountain grow bigger and bigger, and when she finds herself nearing the border to the pack she slows the movement of large paws. The earth toned wolf has no intention to disrespect the young Queen, and so she is lifting her handsomely large muzzle to the sky to let loose a call when she pauses as if stricken.

Unlike her previous births, her very first contractions must have been so subtle for her not to have noticed. Perhaps it was also the addition of traveling in such a state, but her mind had been so sure she was a few days off yet. A frown is barely caressing her features as Rhae thinks about the situation, before making her decision that Asteraia is simply too far. The Mountain- Spirane, would have to do. Much like all their siblings before them, her newest children would be born to a pack of Moladion, one that held ally to herself, her Iblis, and her entire family and own pack. Now that she happened to lead one herself. With the decision that home is too far comes the movement of her large paws into pack soil. It is flat for but a little while before the slope begins and Rhae knows she cannot possibly make it far in her current state. As she had done before, her creme and chocolate marked muzzle tilted toward the sky to call out for now not only the young Queen, but for any member that might be near. And instead of a simple greeting, there was an apology and question of help in her tones. Any were welcome to come- she was in their home after all, and she would not deny any of them.

And after that was said and done and she could really only wait, she set to work in search for something suitable. Perhaps an old den that no one used any longer, even if it were something small. A large wolf she was indeed, but hardly a picky one. Long life as a loner had taught her many things, and her wise nature was something that often was valuable. Bright teal eyes search her surroundings for any hint of an old den, and as the contractions come faster and heavier, she is finally rewarded with what she seeks. Pushing the brush and bramble aside, she is quick to action with her large paws, excavating excess dirt if only to make the entrance a bit wider and more plausible to fit through. It's not exactly spacious, but it will do for now, and soon she is inside the space and relaxed upon the floor. But such relaxation does not last long, for it feels not a moment later that Rhae is overtaken with the sudden urge to push. And push she does, straining until it is that she feels a child, her sixth, come into the world and she is turning upon him. For her teal eyes spy a son as her tongue cleans and comforts him, her affections over him something that comes so natural. He is reminescent of his Father, especially with his tiny size, simply dwarfed further in the nook of her belly where she had so lovingly placed him.

But Rhae cannot focus on the first for long, for it seems that a second must make their appearance. And when she turns to them to take her careful care- it is another son she spies and one so pleasantly pale. Much like his older brother Visery's and even older brother Cae, his base is creme and he holds very few markings. But he is endearing and wonderful all on his own, and she nuzzles him gently after moving him in place beside his brother. All through this ordeal, she has been more aware of the entrance to the makeshift den than anything else in her entire life. While it was true Asteraia was allied with Spirane, it was another thing to birth unannounced on foreign soils that were not ones own. But her children had made home here, so the young Queen could be nothing but kind in her eyes. She could only hope that the other wolves of Spirane might be so kind and forgiving, hopefully following after their leader if she herself so is. Patient teal eyes watch the entrance to the den for what may come, for very soon, she knows they will.