Nephthys' calls pierce the stillness of the air and Leera wakes with a start, knowing almost for certain that those frantic tones meant the children are coming. The wolfess wastes no time in uncurling from her den of warmth and darkness, moving with haste to collect the ginger herbs that she'd scavanged just days before. Ginger will help with the pain, and seeing as this litter is Nephthys' first, the pain will be unfamiliar and overwhelming.
Leera takes the ginger between her teeth and slips from her place in the packlands, weaving quickly through the trees until she comes upon the bronze queen's den, where she can hear the rapid breaths of her dearest friend somewhere deep inside. "I'm here," she crones, entering the den and immediately dropping the ginger root near Nephthys' muzzle where it lie panting. Leera settles near the laboring woman and noses her prickled fur gently, examining the shape of her abdomen and the rhythm of her breathing. "Eat the ginger, my dear. It'll take away some of the pain. It doesn't look like the children will be long now." She watches Nephthys, knowing that it will soon be her in this same place. Leera noses the ginger closer to her friend, helping to feed it to her should she accept it, and gently licks Nephthy's cheek.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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