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.