Hurt

Marina had rarely been more afraid than she was now. The thought of death, the thought of leaving behind not one, but five young children, four newly born… It terrified her. It terrified her perhaps more than anything had ever terrified her in her life. She had hardly noticed another wolf arrive, at least until he spoke. Then her wild pink-red eyes turned towards him, a low whimper escaping the mother. She was getting too old for this, dammit. “P-please… If you can help… do so…” Her words were quiet and almost child-like on their own. She waited, hoping, praying to the Gods that this male had enough healing expertise to help her birth her, hopefully last, little one.

Hearing that the pup was aligned wrong well, wasn’t exactly a pleasant thing to hear. Marina kept her ears pinned back, giving another whine. She didn’t care what he had to do… she just didn’t want this to end badly. But as he nosed the plants towards her Marina paused, speaking through pants. “My sons brought me something for pain already… this plant.” The female said, motioning with her muzzle towards the trillium in the mixture. She was still breathing hard, trying her best to keep calm so she didn’t make the healer’s job any harder on him.