Neverwinter Forest light years

She was downright exhausted. The process had certainly taken way longer than it ought to of, and it was taking its toll. A quiet snore came from her, but her sleep was not yet deep. Her mates worried voice roused her, and she very softly granted him admission: come meet your sons, before closing her eyes again. It was a battle to keep them open, truly. Scimitar would be the only wolf granted entrance to her whelping den--any others would be chased off. Her babes rest easy at her side, and she was in bliss despite her inability to properly keep awake.