Birthing is a tiring task, draining all out of her in the few moments after little Ankh slips from her womb. All she can do is lay in the relative coolness of the den and pant to catch her breath and wait until the pain subsides as her body begins to cave in on itself once more. As the inner muscles begin to contract back into a position they had once held. She sighs in relief, ear flicking back as she hears the faint whine of her beloved and she twists her head so that one eye can peer at him as he dog-crawls into the den with his eyes fixed on their children. His words wash over her, warming and sweet and she wishes he was right next to her now. To comfort her and warm her back and love her just as he always had. It felt surreal - after so many years of guilt and sadness and the lack of life in her soul, he had come along and washed into her out of the blue. The day they had met he had been riddled with his own sort of pain and they had fallen into each other swiftly and without cause.
It should be her cleaning the children yet she is too tired. Her age has taken much from her despite her realizing the creeping time. Not to mention the monster of boys she had birthed, the same ones who no doubt had guzzled down every morsel of food she inhaled and demanded more. That one eye watches lazily as he licks them with such tenderness that a smile climbs her maw and he pushes them to her belly. Ah, the feeling of motherhood, as they attach to her and suck more from her already tired body. Yet she would not give anything to be anywhere else. She eyes them, her beautiful sons and her daughter, all so different in markings and coloring and yet each beautiful to her eye. She leans her head around to lick them suddenly, wanting to taste their scent upon her tongue, to memorize their tiny bodies. Fenrir licks her cheek and she lifts her head now, closing her eyes at his kiss before licking underneath his chin.
"Every day we must remember how they are because they will grow every day. I do not want them to grow," she murmurs suddenly, looking down on them with pricked ears. The sudden voice that echos in the den starts her and she jerks, the puppies whining in protest before settling back against her belly. She flicks pale eyes to Fenrir before she speaks, sighing at the idea of some herbs to help her sleep and ease the soreness of her muscles. "Welcome Haziel and Prince Viserys. I am Natu, mate of Fenrir. We were too far from my home when my contractions came on but Fenrir assured met at your alphas would not mind my presence here. You may come in, if you can find room," she says with a soft chuckle at the end of it. "I would like very much something to sleep and if you have something to help the soreness I would not be opposed to such. They were a heavy burden to carry and to deliver. A beloved burden, but still," she says, flashing a tired smile at her mate.