Silvertip Mountain Whale incoming.

Zaria listened to the two females who had a lot of advise. So much of it her head was spinning. She tried to focus but english as still not her native tongue which was clearly heard when she spoke. Still she got the gist of it. She would be aggressive... wasn't she always? Would she be that aggressive that she would want to murder Fitz? Probably. Not good. Yes she definitely needed her own den. She disliked the fact that Fitz would only get to see them after a few days, or weeks even, well no. She was not going to care for these little monsters alone. Fitz better carry his weight with this parenting stuff. She had done this for him. She had no ambition in being a mother, in fact she never had even planned to become one.

"I can handle pain," she stated, not yet realizing how much pain it was going to take. She looked down at her belly. Frankly she wanted them out because she wanted her body back to being normal. Her face looked a bit disgusted. Lick them clean? Ew. Feed them? Oh right the milk stuff. She thought pups could do that themselves, they didn't need her help right? Once they were out she had decided they would mostly be Fitz's job. If only she knew, if only she knew. "Alright. So I guess I will start looking for a den or dig one myself." Zaria was not going to let someone do that for her. She wanted to show she still had some strength.