got a drinking problem

Alfrun obediently lowered her heavy head to lap at the tea, redolent with marshmallow, that the healer poured into a bowl for her. Even as the tea wet her throat, the thirst did not abate but grew into a longing need for the river. She couldn't drag her mind from it until his words penetrated her foggy preoccupation and she lifted her head to tilt it quizzically at the alpha's brother. "Hmm? Oh, no, not Valkyrie's children. I knew they would be well. I meant my babies, of course." Her voice turned wispy and dreamy, a faint smile curving her crystal-clogged muzzle. "You see, I bear my husband's progeny at last. That alone is worth the sacrifice the crystal extracts of me."