Shell in your pocket

The stumble up the beach was long and arduous. Where the fuck was her husband? She was going to kill him. Five Four had been hard enough last time, but pup after pup made their way into the world and she had begun to thing there would be no end in sight. She lost count after three and drank the tincture the budding healer thrust her way, after all he hadn't seemed to kill Ignis yet, and she simply focused on the task at hand.

When the contractions finally did stop rolling over her, she could barely lift her head off the sand, even if they had somehow made their way up the beach and into the shade of some low lying shrubbery, underneath a stand of palm trees. The babies were nestled against her chest and for a moment, she thought she was seeing double. "How many?" She mumbled, utterly exhausted. How many monsters did she need to wrangle this time?

“Speech.”