Sun Mote Copse o quam sancta

Jumping in to help my thread count, and Asherah is still yet clueless about the children bit of worship. For my own clarification, will all of the litter be offered? I thought it was only one?

She was in the process of what she believed to pass for patrol, making her way through the Copse to check for any who did not belong. She wanted to welcome them into the many arms of Molech, as she had been welcomed. Her eyes landed upon two figured, and she recognized them instantly as Eshamun and Ar-Khalba. Her gaze trailed down to her sister's belly, slowly swelling with life. It seemed almost strange to realize that she felt no jealousy over Eshamun and Ar-Khalba's union and the pregnancy. In youth she had always assumed it would have destroyed her for a wolf who was her mate to cast a lustful gaze upon another female. Now, though, watching as Ar-Khalba approached her sister and offered a gentle touch, she was filled with only glowing love.

Mateship was such a silly thing, such a needlessly restricting thing. Why should she mourn over Ar-Khalba fathering children with another female, or mounting another female? Why couldn't she find the beauty in another's union, in new life itself, and the fact that two wolves she cared for were happy. Her thoughts were broken as Eshamun struck at Ar-Khalba and he yelped, then submit. Asherah's brow knit together and she wondered what was wrong. She issued a soft chuff, an announcement of her presence to them. She couldn't hear their words, but could read their bodies. She waited to see if they would beckon her over. Her body leaned towards them, disliking the hurt she saw in her sister's body, the pain that seemed broadcast on her shoulders.

Whatever could be wrong when her belly was full of life? Had Molech not smiled upon her?