Blackfeather Woods It's not over until we're dead and the birds are eating our eyes, eh?

@Kove

She wondered what they would be like as they moved inside her. If she laid still, on her side, she could see them moving. Not even kicks, but simply their squirming. That was how close she was. She held her breath for a moment, and then a paw pushed out of the darkness of her womb into the world. A smile crossed her face, then she returned to her work.

Fetishes. They were pockets of power, used for different things, and now she used them to give her children strength as they came into the world. The days were cold, and the nights even colder. They needed warmth, strength. She charmed herself and the den around them. Nemesis' children were old enough to survive the winter, but she granted them that benefit regardless. She did not understand the Silencer's Dark Master's hatred for her, but it was not reciprocated. With every completed fetish she murmured over them, completing their spell.