Wake Me Up, I'm Living A Nightmare [Birth]

Naudir waited patiently outside the den as Aranea stated that she did not know if she needed anything. It was an unsatisfactory reply but Naudir expected as much. She was not a healer and birthing was a long process, she would just need to be patient. Perhaps she should pray to her gods for a safe delivery for Aranea. She hoped Storm would arrive soon. Instead it was Tyrannis who appeared. On one paw she was grateful that the leader of Dauntless was here but on another self felt a sting of pity for the pair of them. They were two young for this but what was done was done.

"Aranea is in labor. If all goes well she will deliver her pups in a matter of time." If it didn't go well… she let the thought leave her. Aranea called out to Tyrannis and the crack in her voice caused Naudir's brow to knit with concern. The girl was in terrible pain. Naudir turned to Branwen. "Branwen, can you bring me something, anything to help?" The pale raven nodded and took off into the sky toward the healer's storage dens. Balthazaar flew up into a tree to stand guard. He knew as much about healing as Naudir did and that wasn't going to help anyone. It would have to be up to Branwen.

Soon the raven reappeared with a bit of foilage clasped in her beak. She hopped down into the den and laid the leaves down at Aranea's paws. "I brought some motherwort. I believe this should help but please let me know if there is anything else. Most of my knowledge is for my own kind, not for wolves."