She had been admitted access to the lands of Ludicael whenever she pleased, but rather than intruding on the territory of her grandparents because she could, she only hung close, waiting for something to happen that she could help with. Her mocha capped crown would rise as her veldt auditories would flick at the noise of a painful call. It had been such a coincidence to be hanging in the general vicinity of the mangrove, hearing the summons and her bodice would spring into action, thought reeling through her mind. Grandma?! Pearly stilts beat the ground as she would thread the mangrove swamplands to find her way to the pearly femme, her bodice trembling. "Grandmother! You're giving birth?" The question just came from her lips full of questioning, but she had no time for questions. Her nose would find it's way to the tempest's neck, licking her shoulders gently to soothe her. "Just lie down and try to relax, take deep breaths. I will go get some herbs to help with the birthing process." With her vocals, she would turn and begin to run, her nose raised to the wind, seeking the scent of the most important herbs in birthing she could find in the lands. Perhaps some Trillium and some Alfalfa to aid in the birthing, the Trillium easing the pain, and Alfalfa would help increase milk flow for the children, so it would be easier for the final litter to feed and they would grow big and strong. Her nose had found the herbs in some of the nearby lands, and she would return with a bundle of her mixture, mismatched gems full of worry. She would drop them, and remove the gentle flowers from their stems, as well as leaves, nudging the pile toward the tempest. "Chew these and swallow, they will help ease the birth and increase your milk flow for the pups."
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