Moonspear ride like a maniac into the light

Hydra could not remember being so small and insubstantial herself, but there had been a time such a thing had been so. She reflected on that in silence while she drank; at the very least, she was able to remember her firstborns and know there was a light at the end of the tunnel. In her new cubs favor was that they were disarmingly adorable, and her own maternal instinct that outweighed any amount of her displeasure in her motherly duties. Hydra would kill for them as surely as she would her firstborns. 

Her daughters admittance came as no true surprise, if only because she felt the same and selfishly projected that it must be the same for the rest of her cubs. As of late they had mostly moved with one another in contemplative silence after all had come to pass, but their solidarity with and toward one another had not been shaken despite what had transpired with her brother and their uncle. 

What she said next did come as a surprise though, and Hydra regarded her daughter with some measure of concern that she might think such. It seemed she did not anymore, but just in case, Hydra drawled, never. Each of her children were irreplaceable to her for their own reasons, and Vega's place in her heart as her firstborn daughter was uncontested. Similarly, Osiris, Antares, and Atlas were lodged in there for several reasons of their own. Eventually, the same could be said of her newest cubs... they would soon develop their own personalities. Hydra felt she saw them come even now.

As for the when, and how the children would be, she grinned. Yes, though a little clumsily. I suspect you will meet them when they are ready to be weaned, if you wish to help feed them, she hummed. A messy ordeal, but not one that bothered Hydra in the fact that it was an instinctual thing. Hydra had fed her brothers and sisters the same way as she had her children. The matriarch had several years of experience with this.