Crime and Punishment (Birth)
10-20-2013, 12:04 AM
The first litter of pups that she had helped into the pack, were that of her friend, Argent's. She knew Isardis had a couple other she-wolves aside from herself, in the past season or so, and knew that even with her pregnancy nearing it's end, she'd be delivering other she-wolves pups before dealing with her own delivery. She had prepared herbs, several bundles for the wolves who would be delivering, and had stayed close to her den, in the last stretch of her time. A howl broke into the air, calling her, she had a job to do. Grabbing a bundle of herbs, she moved as quickly as her pregnant form would allow, cursing her pregnancy every step of the way. She moved towards the source of the sound rapidly, the scent of the she-wolf she hadn't met yet, heavy in the air. She paused outside a small opening in the earth, nosing around the opening, before placing her bundle of herbs, on the ground and speaking. "You called, dear one?" Her voice was soft and soothing, as she knew it was a very stressful and trying time for any she-wolf, as she had already experienced the trails of childbirth. It was late fall, and that would mean the coming winter would be hard on all the nursing mothers and she'd have to step up her game making sure, that there would be plenty of herbs for the moms, to keep their strength up. On top of that manage her own children, oh the joys of child-birthing. speech here |