Medea
Medea dropped some herbs into the brew and she gazed into the pot.
"Hmm..." she sad thoughtfully. "So, six of them."
She stirred.
"And all different weres. This is a good sign."
She lifted the label and poured some of her soup into the bowl. Then she tok the bowl back to the table and considered the matter further while she ate her lunch.
"The father is a Dathrian, however... it may be prudent to find out what effect a human father might have."
She sipped at her soup.
"Which brings up another question... what if I had a werequeen who was a Dathrian to start with? Would that increase fertility? Hmm, I should probably experiment which different combinations. Which means finding an appropriate Dathrian."
She ate the rest of the soup in silence, wondering what Alexa's children were going to be like.