Weavers of the universe

Fuji was grateful for her dexterous paws as the next wave of siblings came. All boys so far, and all huge. It was no wonder there was so much blood and glowing goop flying around. Each time a puppy was born she could have sworn the fireflies overhead pulsed, but it had to be a trick of the mind right? A gust of wind causing the small fires Otis had lit to gutter. She couldn't allow herself to consider any other alternative. She had to focus on the task at hand.

If she had to guess, she would say they would have to be getting near the end, right?

The glowing ooze increased, and the tiny wolf gritted her teeth as a purple kid came out with bright green markings. As the sack broke more of the glowing ooze splattered on the floor. The ram-horned healer made a face. Finally, a sister but there was something weird about this one. Were those mushrooms coming out of her ear? It also looked like there were other spots that were oozing the glowing fluid. Was it this one that had made all the mess? Crystals and something spikey about the fur around her rear...
The pup let out a loud cry as Fuji poked at the white protrusion and the small healer flinched, passing her little sister over to their siblings and mother to look over. This lot... they were different, weren't they?

What she thought would be the last seemed to be a bit more of a struggle for her mother. Whether it was the sheer exhaustion of delivery or the challenge of all those crystals (mentally Fuji was crossing her legs, No-siree not me). At least this one didn't seem as spiky as the last 3 had been, and another boy, purple where the other had been red.

The tiny healer leaned back, either things had happened incredibly quickly or her golden cat had had to travel some distance to try and find the other healers. She was about to take a breath and start cleaning up when the contractions seemed to start again.

“Speech”