4/25/2025, 9:35 PM
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Some sixth sense had compelled Fable to remain near homebase.
She had been tempted to venture out and catalog more of the herb growth that was slowly peppering itself into the territory bordering the Meadows, but she had hesitated. Surely it had been a thing of fate, for she was summoned to the densite of Fiadh and Dimitri for the arrival of their children.
Fable had gladly set off for their whelping den without hesitation, a smattering of hastily gathered herbs in tow. She had not forgotten the rigors of her own labor and each modicum of pain was nearly felt by sympathy - childbirth was never easy, never painless... but she was certain it was worth it when, at the end, the six beautiful pups were alive and well.
The relief of such buzzed within Fable's veins and she shifted back, affording the parents and their younglings space while she passed her sight across the small wriggling bodies.
Before she left, she pressed a few herbs forward to Fiadh with her paw.
She dipped her head briefly to the two - eight - of them before she extricated herself from their space, giving them the privacy to bond.
She had been tempted to venture out and catalog more of the herb growth that was slowly peppering itself into the territory bordering the Meadows, but she had hesitated. Surely it had been a thing of fate, for she was summoned to the densite of Fiadh and Dimitri for the arrival of their children.
Fable had gladly set off for their whelping den without hesitation, a smattering of hastily gathered herbs in tow. She had not forgotten the rigors of her own labor and each modicum of pain was nearly felt by sympathy - childbirth was never easy, never painless... but she was certain it was worth it when, at the end, the six beautiful pups were alive and well.
The relief of such buzzed within Fable's veins and she shifted back, affording the parents and their younglings space while she passed her sight across the small wriggling bodies.
They are a sight for sore eyes,Fable told the Elysium wolvses warmly, green gaze flickering between them.
Congratulations on your wee wains - I will leave ye to it, but I am but a whisper away.
Before she left, she pressed a few herbs forward to Fiadh with her paw.
Be sure t'eat these, they will help with milk,Fable informed her. She suspected there may be no issues with supply, but midwife that she was, she always erred on the side of caution.
Taste like right bitters, but does th' trick.
She dipped her head briefly to the two - eight - of them before she extricated herself from their space, giving them the privacy to bond.
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