Not one of her children, but certainly a race she knew of. So many little cosmic horrors, drifting about out there, more than just a few of them could shift shape, and certainly preferred meat.

"My children are emissaries, priests and Gods. Their form may be alien to you, but I find them all beautiful, those who slip free of me."

Even Ithaqua, as bitter as he was. That doesn't mean she plans on removing him from the Arctic, but she still found him worthy enough to live.

"Call them monsters if you like, but they surpass humanity in every aspect."