Her size had grown immensely in comparison to her typical, svelte figure. The sensual curves that once laced her bodice were then rounded and full. A mother will always love her children and yet there is very little of a bond that binds her to those that have attached themselves to her. Her carnal evening with a stranger has produced these illegitimate children. At least her daughters had been born from bonds made of true affection and devotion. Her labor had been intense at first yet the pain of such a process eased as the second whelp had been brought forth.

She could not deny that they were lovely to be born of such sins. She caresses them both with her tongue in turn as she provokes them to breath on their own. They had been whelped within the den in which her first litter had also shared among the grotto, enveloped in the darkness, welcomed by the cold of the caves. They may thrive here for a while and yet as she looks at them she wishes that she did not have to keep watch over them as they grow. Someone else may do better for them than Naamah can, she is clearly incapable of providing safety and care for her children, as seen by Sanguine and Sever’s current states.

Naamah is not a creature of soft heart nor is she one to offer full commitment to anything or anyone – even her offspring. While her only two boys are handsome in their own right, she is already bringing about plans of their so-called transfer to more capable paws. Even still, she will rest now as she feels herself growing so weary from the anguish that her first born has brought her. Darkened eyes flutter lightly before finally falling heavily closed as she drifts into a slumber.