As the golden girl rushed off towards the frail woman’s den, it would become evident as she drew close that she had failed to beat other wolves here. Though as she pushed her way into the den, she was pleased to note it was only one wolf, younger than she was and from his behavior he was not hostile towards the stressed woman.
"Sorreh," she mumbled "Imm gon neeh spaceh teh wor." She tired her best to push in towards the woman, dropping her herbs at her paws. With so little space in the den it took some effort to separate the herbs from each other. With a soft smile the golden babe gently nudged the long stalk of motherwort towards the woman. "Motherwort. If you wouldn’t mind chewing on that, it’ll help with nerves. You’ll want to be as calm as possible for the pups’ sakes." Her voice was soft, hardly above a whisper. Then she nosed another herb from her pile, large leaves protruding from a long stem that once upon a time must have been capped with a flower.
"Lady’s Slipper." Freya spoke, gently pulling leaves from it’s stem and separating them. "A mild, sedative, for the pain. I’ll be giving it to you in small doses, only when you need it."
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