Polly's had enough of resting.

Her paws itched to move, her teeth craved something to sink into, and the more the pups wiggle and squeal the harder it is to stop herself from silencing them. Ruining all of her hard work, all of her nutrients that had formed these.....worthless things. They haven't opened their eyes yet, they haven't seen her cold glare. They've been fed, kept warm, and reluctantly cleaned so they can....eugh. Who knew diapers would be something she would ever yearn for? She'd never had a human child, but at least they just go to the bathroom on their own, eugh.

Whoever thought motherhood would soften the Hersir was dead wrong.

It was time for them to go to the wet nurse, put that pet of Abaddon's to use.

Once the mists lightened, Mistveil's version of a pretty dawn, Polly stepped out of her den and howled. For extra mouths to carry, Toska, Hjalmar, Jaxxon . Others are welcome, but those three would make this a two trip move.

Skill:

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Zacharie

Sorry if this sucks </3

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Jaxxon Douglas Kinsey

Jaxxon had been staring off his perch that morning when the call broke through the mists that had lightened in the dawn. Lifting his head to the wind the man sniffed the breeze before he set off towards Polly's den. It didn't take him long to get there, since he was pretty much right above her, and when he arrived he let out a chuff as he appeared. Jaxx had a shit eating grin on his maw as he smiled at the Hersir.

Well, well, well, never thought motherhood was your thing Polly... The father teased as he winked playfully at her, taking another step though still keeping a safe distance between the mother and himself. What's the deal? The Einvald asked his daughter as he looked over her shoulder into the den, curious as to why he was called.

The land of Jakten was quiet, more than the usual peaceful moments as well. Most of the pack was gone searching for those that were separated by the strange event that happened before Hjalmar joined the pack. It was a blessing in disguise, as the pack needed warriors to stay behind and care for the others. That was especially the case for the two pregnant females, even if one of them was the Hersir of the pack.

As if on queue, he heard the howl of the Hersir in the distance, he wasn't too far away, and appeared before her in a matter of minutes. Einvald Jaxxon was already there with his daughter, as Hjalmar dipped his head towards the two as he got close. "Einvald, Hersir." His eyes did turn to the den, getting a brief look at the small pups inside. "How may I be of service?"