Another year had passed and another new generation was brewing in her swollen belly. Natu carried well; she always had, her body stretching and reforming with ease, as if it knew how much she adored the creations that came from her. Although her children were growing, her youngest darlings precocious in nature, it seemed that fate did not want her to end her progeny there. It hadn't been planned yet it had happened as life will. It was not something she regretted in the least bit for it gave her more purpose in life, to raise her children well and to shower them with love. She wished that she had been to see her oldest more often but travelling had become a difficult thing to do when she grew so taxed. Her other pregnancies hadn't been this hard, she thinks, and she wonders if it is because of her age or that she had given birth only last spring as well. Either way, she takes care to rest and eat often.

These children do not wait for the perfect moment, however. She is not running on the lovely sands of the beach or meandering down the pathways by the river. It is in the dead of night that it happens, drawing her swiftly from the deluge of dreams with a gasp. A lance of pain spikes through her, her pale eyes spinning wildly to look upon her mate. "Fen, Fen," she murmurs to wake him, gesturing towards Samia and Thor for they might grow fearful at the sudden whine that slips from her. "Darlings, go with your father now," she says in a breathless manner as they rouse, trying to keep them calm even as she rolls over onto her side to begin the process.

It seems forever that the first one decides to come and by then Natu is growing weary, her breath labored and her strentgh flagging. The girl comes quick once she has chosen to do so and Natu grabs her with care, a soft sigh ruffling what short fur her newborn daughter has. She is lovely with that white and black, a clear mix of both Natu and Fenrir. She is about to tell Fenrir of their third daughter when she spasms once more, exhaling on a groan, and their fourth daughter is born. Natu does not even get time to grab Feather out of the way before Tiamet arrives, eager to get out it seems.

"Fen, come help me," Natu murmurs then, feeling drained, moaning as she leans over to try and pull one of the pups closer weakly. She cannot even tell, yet, what they are for her exhaustion is so great.