It seemed Tithe had decided to stay in the mountains, a fact that given her some comfort as her days of vast movement had come to an end. She had grown tired and far too large to be comfortable, trapped inside the darkness of her den as she awaited the inevitable. Rogue's absence had made it more trialing than the last time, a fact that had forced her into a silence as she gnawed on what bones and pelts she had left within the confines of her home. She trusted Sleekwing, of course, and yet it could not be helped that she felt somewhat bitter about the physical changes once more. After all, she had just underwent a reacquired purpose and motivation and now, she would have to begin her conditioning all over again. Children took it out of her. They wanted too much - too much food, too much time, too much attention. How was she supposed to begin her mission all over again if she had to constantly worry about them? Yes, it could not be helped to feel such a way. It was simply the way things would be and always had been.

At least, she supposed, she did not feel as large as she had the last time and she and Sleekwing had done such a thing. She was still given some mobility as she began to pace the den, aware of he sudden twisting and turning in her muscles. It alerted her that the time would come soon and though she was tempted to call for Sleekwing, she had a feeling he would simply know. That had always been the case, at least. Such was the nature of a bond like their own. Besides, she felt like being alone with her thoughts for some moments as the pain truly began, her body contorted awkwardly in an effort to relieve it.

Her thoughts had, of course, drifted between Heyel and her past initially. She did her best to focus on all the lessons he had given her and all the words he had spared; it made things easier, and when her mind finally drifted back to reality, she had a child at her paws to anchor her. The thing seemed to be quite dark in fur - a female too - and she quickly placed she ought to. Though the markings seemed difficult to discern, Malina had a feeling that Sleekwing had much of the control over this daughter. It would take time to truly see how she would grow but for now, Malina was content with her health. The child squeaked, squirmed and did the usual business, something she had grown accustomed to. Everything operated well. Healthy - good. Perhaps Heyel had been sending some luck her way, after all. That made her grin - small but there.

It took some time for the next wave of pain to emerge and yet, it came almost a little gently at first. It began as a discomfort, forcing her to her paws as their daughter squeaked in protest of losing her spot. Malina relented, though, and turned several times before the true pain ripped through her abdomen, delivering another - far paler - child at her paws. This one, too, seemed lively with its squirming and squeaking as she broke it free from its membrane. It began towards her instantly as she settled back down onto her stomach, tilting from side to side and settling every few moments as if to test whether her body was empty or not. She had felt no more definitive waves of pain, though, and after some hour or so, she had come to the conclusion that two would be it this day. Another son and daughter.

She sighed heavily as she finally took a moment to get truly comfortable, her narrow body firmly pressed around the children (though, they stood out starkly against the black of her fur nonetheless). Now, at least, she had all the time in the world to think for the next few days while she waited for them to build their own strength.