Weavers of the universe

The concern shown by her daughter and the reluctance to show her the child was quickly clarified when Otis came closer. Sedna wouldn't cry over the loss. If it had survived this long, the kinder thing to do would have been to end its suffering. She nodded to Otis and let him remove it again, grinding her back teeth together as the next pup came. Things were feeling better, though the anxiety of more kids sporting the beginnings of crystals was a worry after the last lot. The next child came easily, dark with a tinge of blue and pale cream markings. there was some red in there too, (so far there was no guessing who may have fathered who, they very much seemed to be taking after her).

The next came sporting crystals and she had to bite down on the rabbit toy once again. Otis was by her head offering her something else that smelled suspiciously calming, but after seeing what had come first, she wanted to be present for the rest. The pup was blazing reds and blacks and again, she couldn't place it. But it wasn't like she had a lot of time to consider.

More crystals, this time shades of silver and bronze.

As the pain and the coppery scent of blood filled the air, she finally registered the fireflies that had found their way inside, adding a gentle glow to the dark of the night. At some point, someone had lit small fires so her daughter could see what she was doing, but even then the light was low. She wanted to snarl and snap and eat the insects up, but she was growing far too tired. They just had to make it through the night.