Moonspear love the child

How things had come to pass was unfortunate. She had hoped that both her mother and her father would have been here to support her, as she had done for them... but it was not to be. Her children heralded a bright, new beginning—though the pain had not faded in its entirety, it had become background noise, muffled by the mewls of their children and their daily growth.

Hydra looked pleased as he called her Queen, and she nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. Queen Hydra and King Dirge; strong and sure of their place in this world. Together. On top. Her ears pricked at his supposing, and one foreleg crossed neatly over the other. It does, she hummed. I have named them, our princes and princess, she informed with a bright look. They had discussed it, at length—options, what would best suit them. Ultimately he left it to her to decide, though she had done so mindfully.

Atlas, Antares, and Osiris are our princes... and Vega, our princess, she watched his expression, wondering what he might think of these names. This simple boon she could give him, until he could meet them and see them with his own eyes. They breathed deeply in the den, sleeping soundly.