Natu felt very little pain now that the children were out and it wasn't altogether that fierce anyways. The normal pangs of birth and she had long become used to that by now. A sigh is given when she feels the children moving against her belly, a comforting weight reminding her that sleep was not yet a welcome guest for she must introduce herself to the children. They had to know the softness of her voice and the warmth of her touch. Three daughters, Fenrir says, and Natu smiles then, a bright flash against her alabaster face. "More daughters, now they shall outnumber our boys!" A gentle chuckle is given as she presses her nose against his paw, still feeling woozy and not ready to sit up yet. His happiness warms her and pale eyes look up at him in comfort. He had always been there for her and had eagerly given her what she wanted, a family, large and wide. She loved them all so much and it gave her strength.

"Help me name them, I cannot think right now," she murmurs, another exhalation due to her exhaustion. Another voice is heard then and she shifts her cheek against the dirt, listening as he orders her mate out. A small laugh is given then, his words curt, but she knew he meant no harm or overt threat and it would be better for him to check her out so that Fenrir would be soothed as well. "Hello Hadrian," she says cordially, watching as he enters the den and begins to check her over. "I am very tired this time and a little sore," she answers, blinking slow to evade sleep. "They have taken a lot out of me this time I think. I would not doubt that he watches for he had a paw in all things, didn't he?" A fond smile is shared with Hadrian then, still saddened by the loss of her imprint.

She listens intently to his instructions, humming her agreement in her throat as she pushes her forelegs up so she is sitting up finally, her gaze turning to look at her children. They were without a doubt, beautiful. "Oh Fen," she says gently, in a moment of happiness, her ears flicking back when she notes a figure darting in. "Samia," she says warmly, her lips turning up at the mischievousness of her daughter, a daughter who was normally so calm and collected but was excited in this moment. "While he might look like him, he will never be like him," Natu says in a sharper tone now, more to try and dissuade her daughter from any fanciful ideas about the Asterian King.

"I am a little hungry," she admitted suddenly, smiling sheepishly at Hadrian knowing that Fenrir would hear. It wouldn't surprise her if he already had something stashed nearby just for this moment as she had been ballooning for weeks now.