What to Expect

Walk | Talk | Think

Mercianne's wait was short but her thoughts filled the quiet time with a buzz of many things. Life as she knew it was on its way to changing. Her pack - or what was left of it - were nothing but wanderers now, without a stable location to call their own. They were to travel with the seasons, picking new temporary shelters as they went. The leaders of her group were expecting their own litter of pups through all of this, and because she carried the most expertise of their bunch regarding healing and herbs it was to be her duty to assist Ocena in her delivery. And on top of that, she and her mate - it still excited her to be able to call Awaken hers - were expecting themselves, the little bundles of life happily content inside of her while they grew. It was strange, how quickly the changes had come about, but none of them were overly daunting. They were all of them exciting and she looked forward to seeing what would come of it all.

She was still happily lost in thought when the other's call rang out, preceding her approach. The little white wolf's ears perked at first, detecting the noise, and she straightened as well as she could where she sat. The growing swell of her stomach was only beginning to make that somewhat awkward, but she was not the least bit inclined to worry or complain. She had wanted these joyous little lives the moment she had recognized them as being present; she wasn't about to curse their presence now.

The wolf who approached her was not a familiar one, she noted, brown eyes taking in the dark grey fur and white undersides that marked the answering Valhallan as a stranger. Definitely not Soleil. Perhaps another of their healers? She comforted herself with this thought, calmly rising to her paws and maintaining her respectful stance as she drew nearer, listening when finally she stopped and addressed her. "I do," she answered in her customarily timid voice, quiet but still welcoming around a little smile. "My name is Mercianne. I'm here to ask for help from your healers about births. I've been asked by my..." She paused, ears turning slightly as she found herself unable to pick an appropriate term to describe their group - pack, rogue group, wanderers? In the end, she decided in a different route. "Gargoyle has asked me to help his mate with her birthing. I've learned from one of your healers before - Soleil - and I was hoping to learn a little more. To help Ocena. And for myself." It was the first admission she had made outside of her familiar group of the pups she carried, whether or not they were overly visible in how they sat upon her frame. Regardless, Mercianne hoped the good standing of what was once her pack and the Valhalla might earn her their assistance. She didn't want to let Gargoyle or Ocena down.