Blackfeather Woods We have waited long for the [M]aster's song and it's time to join in the chorus...

There was a crowd outside as the tension ebbed away. She was not greeted warmly by the two who came first, but Potema paid it no mind. Her mind sung with joy, a cheer and pride she had not felt before. She did her best to just leave her pups alone to nurse, but how could she? They depended solely on her, for food, for warmth, for protection. She would do that and more to them; teach them, guide them, until they could carry the Melonii name on their own. She saw her brother outside and smiled, inviting. Brother, there are four, She chirruped proudly, amazed that her body could produce so many despite her age. Four to match the four Nemesis birthed. She saw the Dark Master outside the den, noting her silence and lack of, well, anything. 

There was the trouble of her still pup, the dead one. She had given no name to it, paid it no mind as Molag had wriggled out of her with a faint flame of life, but now that things were still she locked onto it. Mother had eaten their three dead siblings, born in winter like her own had. She had no urge to consume her own, dead as it was. 

@Abraxas for the pup eating (he can barge right in lol)