Noctisardor Bypass expectorate the snakes and water down the whiskey

"wow, druid," was all heda could breathe as she held her sister after it had all finished.
in truth, being a participant in a birth was not the same as witnessing that of another; the miracle of life had transfixed the pregnant widow, and as druid's body contorted and writhed, each child had been received with a similar gasp and laugh by the red-nape.
first, a tiny girl, so little that heda was instinctively worried until she began to breathe and move. second, a darkfurred girl, striking against the flank of her mother. next, a boy overlaid by shadows of stone, and lastly, another girl hinting at gold. 
all beautiful, all perfect. she kissed small toes and adjusted little bodies and felt herself glow with the perfection of motherhood, and so close she was to this dream and to her own that she imagined, perhaps, if one day she might wake to something like this. a woman cradling children, a devoted husband beside her.
would god grant her another chance?
"you did so well, druid. ill stay all night." anselm could take her patrols for all heda cared; her world consisted of her daughters, their cousins, and her sister.