Blackfeather Woods the green mile

babies are here! sorry this took all day to put up D: please let @Kove post first for a round; after that, @Astara, @Averna, & @Maegi are welcome to make an appearance <3

it was a day of lightly falling snow that found relmyna lightly panting within the confines of the abandoned whelping den. her own was too small, she knew — unknowing of how many babes she carried, the evoker had removed herself to the secluded glen earlier that morning. dawn had brought with it the first iron crush around her ribs, wringing the breath from the pale she-wolf and driving her to unsteady paws.
it was the overwhelming drive of the invasive thought you have done this before that both terrified and comforted relmyna; she felt finally the slither of fear along her spine. the gripping spasms of her tightening body began to wring hoarse cries from her throat, ones the wolfess sought to smother by pressing her lips together into a grim and trembling line.
but dignity had forsook her — during a lull, relmyna had dashed from her densite to the inviting and protected spiderlings' clutch, and there she now laid, cheek pressed to the cool dirt, her body for the moment stilled.
you have done this before
relmyna closed her eyes and drew in a breath, eyelids trembling for the moment that was to come.
the wracking grip of her agony began then, and the little priestess, who had not broken when iliksis had taken from her what he wanted, nor when ithrik had made her cry out in pain, not when blackfeather fell to ruins and cicero had left her behind — she broke then, into a sobbing keen that built into a distorted shriek.
the rock of tongues, never far, the priestess reached for and nestled shakily into the dove fur of her chest, until its churn grasped the cadence of her beating heart.
the ridge
your children
a grave

lightning forked in relmyna's consciousness as it narrowed to a point and she bore down, bringing to earth the first child, a daughter pale as a wraith, pristine against the ivory of her mother's pelt. alive, alive, alive! came the joyous young voice the woman had grown to recognize as that of her subconscious. alive. relmyna cleaned the caul from the tiny nose and mouth, lapping at the miniature waving paws and pressing her muzzle against the slick chest of the child, satisfied to hear the hummingbird heart confirm what she knew. 
you have done this before
heartened, relmyna swept the pallid infant into the crook of one thigh and lay back as her travails began again. 
blood
he is crying
your son
again the cracking pain lancing through her hips — again she brought to bear the unraveling wisps of her strength and birthed a second child. a night-dark girl, a shadow against her wintry sister. relmyna cleaned the small features, the grasping toes. with this one too she lay her ear against the strong sound of the little heart.
relmyna regarded them with an exhausted swell of pride brimming in her chest, even as her limbs dragged heavily against the earth when she curved herself around the pair. the ebbing pain of her body slowly dulled, perhaps buoyed by the richness she had consumed after each birth, and presently her ears swept forward as she contemplated their parentage. it occurred to the woman that her daughters had perhaps been sired by the reaper. he was a man relmyna had not always tolerated with vague affection. but the priestess decided it did not matter. 
what is the name of my son? the woman asked of her churning mind, sorrow stinging the edges of her vision, something she had not anticipated. her answer was the threatening hum of pain in the back of her skull. she did not ask again, settling the turquoise of her eyes on the children at her side. in time, the tears that flowed soon dried to saltwater trails along her pale cheeks.
a horrid fatigue gripped relmyna then — she lifted her muzzle with the last of her strength and crooned into the cold afternoon sky: come and see. not all would be welcome, but the evoker would turn those she did not wish away with her teeth. 
what of their names? came her last thought as she clung fast to the edge of wakefulness and slumber.
sleep now; they will be named.
relmyna curled herself more tightly around her small brood — she blinked muzzily as she held her eyes on them for a long moment, curving her plume along her flank for further cover. presently the woman's head fell back against the floor of the glen, and a deep velvet dream drank her in.