Ylva paced back and forth, the pain of the pups beginning to arrive made her rather anxious and troublesome. She lied her body down, eyes closed tightly as her teeth clenched tightly from the pressure of her trying to push their little bodies out of her. The smell of her own blood filled her nostrils, causing her mouth to curl up and her nose to crinkle with displeasure. How he wished for Sin to be around, or perhaps even a healer. Due to being a first time mother, she was unsure as of what to do and how to do anything with birthing.

"Damn pups...Why do you have to be born when I'm not ready..." she spoke to herself in a pain-filled tone, whimpering and howling from the pain that continued to course throughout her form. Her mint green eyes shown pain and anger, however, she was rather disappointed in herself for not figuring out what to do once the pups were born as well.

Dammit! Already!? Arietta's pups had been born hardly a couple of days ago, and already it sounded like it was Ylva's time. Moving away from the deck and abandoning his contemplative state, Sin quickly trotted to where Ylva waited howling in pain. A low growl left his throat, it was obvious she was frightened...but he didn't blame her. She was a first time mother after all, she'd need help and he would get it for her. As he neared Ylva's den, he would utter a quick and urgent call for Arian to come. Ha, wouldn't she be happy to be involved with two of his litters? When he arrived, he saw the woman walking about as she muttered curses to herself. Calmly he would approach, sweeping into the room like a ghost from the underworld the male stopped before her. "Lie down and breathe, relax...otherwise it won't get any easier." He sounded like he knew what he was talking about, and in a way he did. Throughout his life he'd helped with three births, the first of which were two Valhallan rogues on an island, and Arietta's two litters. As he waited for the woman to lie down, Sin would exit just outside the den to roll up a decent sized snowball from the the lingering snow scattered across the wood. Picking it up, he brought it back towards the woman and gently put it down. "Lie down and calm yourself, lick this to keep yourself hydrated...I've called for Arian, she's a healer so she will be here soon." He wasn't entirely good at calming down other people, but he would try for the sake of his unborn children. Talk like this

She would soon smell the familiar scent of Sn, a small smile on her maw, despite the pain that scattered throughout her body. She listened to his words, lying down and closing her eyes and began to focus on her breathing. She whimpered whenever one of the pup's kicked. Soon, she would happen to notice that a snowball was placed in front of her, licking it and following the alabaster brute's orders. When she was finished, she felt a bit better and was calmer than before.

"Thank you...Sin..." She would say, not bothering to smile the way she always did with him, but, she would stay calm and try to breathe as normally as she could, however, every time she did, it always felt as if the birth was causing her severe pain.

Without being ordered to follow, Squirrel would quickly come up behind his Master, keeping up easily. Head was held low and bronze eyes threw a glance over his shoulder, then turned back to the path ahead. It was shared that there would be another litter sired by the man, a mistress. It wasn't any of the slave boy's business to wonder and form opinions about it, not that he could share them anyway, so he quickly dismissed them. In no time they approached a den, a woman pacing around and cursing under her breath. No doubt she was a little scary to the boy, but he would swallow and taking a seat off to the side, waiting for when he was needed.

Getting there was the easy part, carrying the herbs was another. Alfalfa and the other things that the woman would need for her first birth. Now that Arian herself had felt the pain, she had a new understanding of what a woman might need for the procedure. Giving a look to Sin asking for permission before she moved in she noticed the snow ball. It would work for the time being she supposed as she set her herbs down to the side. "Doing fine Ylva, do as Sin said. Take deep breaths and remain calm or you could also endanger your health with the children's." it was a huge reason why Arietta had been so well off. That woman was so calm it surprised Arian. "Squirrel if she runs out of water get more, but make sure the snow is clean. No dirt nor yellow tint in it." she instructed the slave that was going to be helping them. There was a sense of concentration on Arian now. When she was healing she might as well have been a totally other wolf. Someone more responsible than she was when jittering about. Her only thoughts right now was caring for Ylva. "Talk"

Ylva winced from the pain that continued to surround her body. The young bodies of her pups continued to kick and squirm as she closed her eyes tightly, wincing. She was not the one who usually felt pain, she usually tolerated it. However, this pain was rather different, and caused her major discomfort. She would breathe as calmly as she could. Whenever she felt a contraction, she pushed and winced, her eyes closing even tighter. However, she would soon manage to bring the first pup back to life. A silver wolf pup, believing it was a female from what she could see. However, she still had much more to do as another kick could be felt inside her.

Just like Arietta's birth, Squirrel was being sent to retrieve water for the mother. He would give a simple nod of his head before setting out, heading further into the ship where he had left that domed piece of metal to collect water. Once grabbing that he would head to the surface and go to the same spot from the other day, dipping it in and leaving with a bowl full. Quickly and again carefully the slave headed back moving through the tunnels and finding his way back to where Ylva was staying. He'd slide inside and set the metal bowl beside the female's head then pull back and take a seat till he was needed again.

Out from her mother's womb she would be pushed, the closeness and safety she felt within being torn away from her. She squirmed and struggled to stay inside, but her efforts were in vain as she was pushed into the open world. The air was cold out here, she didn't like it. She wiggled when she felt a tongue sliding over her body, cleaning her and releasing her from the prison sac. She was pushed towards her mother's warmth, seeking out the milk as she settled down for a snack and a nap. "Speak"