Lingering in the deep, dark confines in the den she had dug herself, the little Achlys awaits the lives that squirm around in her mid section. Since her time spent with Eden, it had become apparent that with the immense swelling of her sides that she carried in her his children. Family has never been a concept to her, thus she is not entirely gladdened by the thought; but they are his, they belong to him, and he has given them to her to carry, and so in that manner she is full of bliss and joy. She is a happy wolf to find herself gifted by life from him, and her gratitude has shown in all the corpses that she has brought to him and given him. He even shared with her, once, the memory bright and vivid in her minds eye even as she recalls it now. His heat so close to her, his scent enveloping her senses- it was even enough to trick her mind into believing he is with her now, and this brings her much comfort. For it is the dead of night when the panting and the contractions begin, and with no prior experience Achlys can do nothing but strain and push. And strain and push she does, for hours and hours, until, at last, a searing tearing sensation blinds her momentarily and she is not able to lift her petite black and white skull from the ground. But the squirming at her hind quarters brings her around, sluggishly, at that, and she must do as all new mothers do. Ice and fire eyes do seek out the small dark mass, finding the child on their back as sharp teeth tear the sack from his little body. Without missing a beat she is cleaning him with long strokes of her tongue, until it is he gives his first cry and she is satisfied.

Depositing him at her belly where it makes the most sense, Achlys is allowing her eyes to close for but a moment before more pain comes to her. Regardless of her extensive pushes, it seems also that this one will never come, until finally there is a release of pressure between her thighs and she may set to work. With the second, it was a tad easier than the first, and so there's no pause as she reaches back to free the child as she had done for his sibling just prior. She finds another male in him, placing him beside his brother but this time without bothering to try and close her eyes. Her large belly has been full to the max for weeks now, and something tells her this is only half way over. She is shown to be quite right when more contractions grip her, only this time they are much, much worse. It takes as long as the first, if not even longer, and the pain that comes with it is more than blinding. The black and white wolf cannot stop the whimper that falls past dark lips, just as one last final and immense push is given. With the feeling of further ripping, she is gifted once more it would seem with a large son. This is the biggest of them yet, and her movements toward him are very lethargic at this point as she methodically cleans and places him. Exhaustion is overwhelming at this point, and she barely registers her largest of sons even as she places him beside all the rest. For one brief moment, darkness shadows her usually intense gaze- but it is longer than she believes it to be, for she comes to the exact moment one small bundle slips from her body. Ever so slowly, ice blue eyes with licks of flame in them turn to the last child, the fourth one, and she barely manages to reach over and clean the little one before her features are given to soften slightly. A daughter, so much lighter than her brothers is what she stares at for some time, before moving the last child to her designated spot.

Although Achlys wants nothing more than to lay her head to rest and be at peace; there is one thing in the world that she truly does want even more. She wants him here, to see what she has brought him, to see what he has given her, and to see the pride in his face at her efforts. White jaws part to call out to him, but only silence floats forward followed by the barest hint of a whine. She does not have the strength to call to him, to ask for him, and she hopes dearly that her scent mingled with such blood and that of their children might draw him to her. She had placed her den purposefully close to his own, though of course not too close. It would not do to impede, but when he was her entire world and then some, she really had no other place to be.