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"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'
Korrin would, being closest, be the first to slip into the den. The tiny polar fox would eye Svetlana with uncertainty, and the she-wolf would do her best to keep up a calm appearance. “It’s time.” The she wolf would say softly to her little friend. Korrin would give a small nod. It looked as though the polar fox was more nervous than Svet was. She couldn’t help but smile at this fact. Korrin had always tried to act tough, but she had her soft side just like anyone else.

Amalia was next to arrive, bringing with her a bundle of herbs. Her coat was dirtied, likely from her hurry here, and Svet would apologetically tip her head to the other. “Everything seems to be okay for the moment.” Though she was no healer and she’d let Amalia do her thing to make sure all the little ones were in the right position. Svetlana on the other hand wound focus on her breathing, trying to keep calm as she went about this process of birthing.

Svet didn’t interrupt Amalia even as the woman applied the herbs to her belly and under her nose, waiting until she was given some sort of instruction by the healer before doing anything further. When the herbs were mentioned and what they were for Svetlana would give a small nod, lapping them up while Amalia checked on the babies again. There was a bit of discomfort as Amalia did this, but that was alright. When Amalia spoke to her again Svet would give a small nod, letting out a little laugh.

“I won’t, I won’t.” She promised. No long after Amalia’s arrival Leo would appear, and Svetlana was grateful for his presence. She didn’t want to go through this process without him. A gentle nuzzle was given in return for his affections, a shaky breath being taken. “Hey there...” She was honestly a bit afraid. Afraid of what giving birth would be like. She could feel the little bodies inside her moving, ready to come out in the world. She had taken the herbs, she had Leo and Amalia with her... Now all she had to do was wait for the process to continue.

It wouldn’t take long either. A particularly sharp pang would cause Svetlana to flinch and glance at her belly. Thankfully the smell of the lavender helped keep her calm and her head clear. She would close her eyes, speaking softly to the two wolves present. “I think someone’s ready to come meet us...” With that said she would begin the natural process of pushing. A breath would be taken here and there, and, in a matter of moments, the first child emerged. He was of a gray base, much like Svet, and touched with light russet. The new mother was left panting, glancing uncertainly at Amalia before starting to clean the newborn. Was she going about this alright?