[birth] holding the weight of your world

Banshee had been made aware of the fact that her father had two litters coming to Ashen. But, she was also aware that both of the females who were pregnant were missing. So, nothing really came as a shock to the almost-yearling as she wandered into the scent. In her jaws was a small deer-hide pouch of various herbs and a leaf lathered in honey. It was not a 'birth care package' but it was more of less a first aid kit. She assumed some of the herbs inside including chamomile, meadowsweet, and bonset could assist Lucerita while her companion dashes off to get more herbs.

The youngling dropped the bag next to Luce as her emotionless blue eyes took in the sight of the heaving viking. As her teacher spoke to her father Banshee couldn't help but to sneer. Now is not the time for drama. She began to open the pouch of herbs and spread out their options. "I am here to help if needed." Banshee would allow herself to be of use if needed but try not to get in the way.

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