Moonspear are we living a dream?

Dated shortly after birth!

 

Her children suckled from her breast, but Hydra's energy had dwindled to the point where she only barely noticed this. It was not so different as the year prior; the first several hours after, she was ruled by instinct. It had been long since she had slept true while in labor, and now that her children were born and being fed Hydra knew now she could fall into a deep, fitful slumber before one of her children would stir and need her again. 

Alya and Lyra rest outside the den, her guardians. Dirge she knew was somewhere nearby too. Hydra's worries had all but left her; she almost imagined that Arcturus had been there, too, for this hour... but no. What would her mother say to him? Their father? Brother who might kill brother? And was she being too kind, too forgiving—was he a threat to her now? She curled a little tighter around her babes as she considered this, looking to them one last time before her eyes closed, hoping to get some rest.