Blackfeather Woods does the lighthouse shine to seek, or to be found?

she noticed the flash of wariness that overcame the other woman, but she soon relaxed, and Tahani fell into the confident, steady rhythm of a midwife. the leaves settled, she pressed her muzzle against Ocra's cheek. "i here," she said gently. "no. . .fear."

Tahani hoped the woman wouldn't start as she ran her nose along the trembling neck, over the shoulders, and pressed against the belly. it rippled with the life inside; her time was soon. she had no way of knowing whether the blind one was to be a first-time mother, or whether she'd given birth before. nevertheless, whether it was the debut litter or the fifth, she needed confidence by her side.

she looked up at the other woman. "stay," she said, less a command, more a plea. "i come back." she wanted to grab a few more herbs and cobwebs. . .in case the worst happened. the white wolf trotted toward her cache at the edge of the glen, with a concerned glance behind her at one point.