Tera stared up at the round, frowning face in her arms and felt a ridiculous surge of triumph.
She was finally able to lift her daughter without any difficulty.
Nadia giggled, her tiny ears twitching as she appeared just as excited by her mother’s achievement.
Then she sneezed.
The force of her own sneeze startled her so violently that her entire body jerked. Her tiny brown bear ears shot upright, her eyes went comically wide, and her chubby arms flew up as if the sneeze had been an attack from an unknown direction.
Her face went through several emotions in rapid succession before it then scrunched up in preparation for what was clearly going to be an indignant wail.
"Oh, no, no, no," Tera cooed, bringing Nadia to her chest and cradling her. But she was also trying hard not to laugh. "Don’t cry."
She pressed a kiss to Nadia’s forehead, and the wailing dissolved into a grumpy little coo.
Tera was surprised her body had recovered quite quickly within that month alone. Whatever beast biology she carried in this shiftless form, it repaired damage at a rate that would have been impossible for her human form.
The wound on her back had closed completely, leaving a long, raised scar she couldn’t see but could feel whenever she stretched. The deep soreness had faded completely, and by the third week she was walking comfortably around the settlement, even though her pussy still throbbed with that dull ache.
She had summoned the courage to look at it earlier in the month, and it thankfully wasn’t as botched as she had expected. The system comforted her that her ’prized possession’ would return to normal after a while, which had left Tera slightly annoyed at the particular wording.
And now, finally, she could carry both twins without her arms shaking since her strength had returned.
She wasn’t fully recovered, but for the most part she was good. And a bit better than before due to the increased stats, if she was being honest with herself.
But at the very least, despite being habitually tired because of the newborns, she was functional.
And functional was all she needed for what lay ahead.
[Ding!]
[Host’s grace period has concluded!]
[Task timer begins now!]
[Six months remaining!]
[(◕‿◕✿)]
[Is Host ready?]
She sighed.’Do I even have a choice?’
[Host always has a choice]
[The alternative is sixteen cubs crying endlessly unless Host holds them all simultaneously]
[For thirty days]
[(ᵕ—ᴗ—)]
Tera the tasks. They were coming whether she wanted them or not, and she had already spent the past month preparing.
She had used those quiet weeks of recovery to talk to her mates and the females.
Between the chaos of nursing and the bleary-eyed exhaustion of new motherhood, Tera had casually dropped the idea of building a proper nursery and figuring out a way to bring water closer to the settlement.
When she raised it with Xavi and Ermin, the reaction was predictable.
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"You just had cubs. You are not working."

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