Won't remember me

Modesty wasn't much of a one for airing her grievances openly, but she appreciated the offer none the less. Her nod in response was non-committal, but a nod none the less. At the mention of staying close while there were newborns around though, she did manage a sly grin, "Then should I be sure to call on you first for babysitting duty once they are out and full of teeth?" Children were a blessing, and a curse. She could only hope the darkness wouldn't swallow up the early days of these ones too.

Perhaps if the woman was familiar with, specialised in childbirth, she might have come across it before. "After my first litter, I struggled." The words were stilted, unsure if she should be saying them at all. "I didn't feel any joy in their presence, couldn't bring myself to leave the den, every time they fed I was filled with dread, I wanted it to end. The second I almost drowned birthing them and had an awful cough I couldn't shake for months, so it was hard to tell if the desire to die was related to them, or the fact I was actually dying." She wasn't looking at the wolf beside her, but rather somewhere out into the middle distance. "Have you ever heard of such a thing before?"

"speech"