Ainhoa quietly tended to her duties. She'd kept to herself; efficient but lonely was the midwife, as she strolled through the territory's heart. The distant frame of Mahler caught her attention almost immediately. She fell into slight submission as she chirped her response, walking toward him but standing just out of reach.
Bezalako
, Ainhoa breathed. She settled into a seat and curled her tail around her paws, quietly kneading the fur while Mahler spoke. Wylla had been clear about her positon — Mahler is the midwife — which Noa had assumed was shared between all of the Eisen. Of course, she was no longer a Thrall; perhaps that had played a part in her summons? What do you need?
the midwife asked, wondering if a new task had arisen.
Ainhoa was surprised. The Eisen had been painted as a master of midwifery, someone with enough guidance to birth the entire pack. And yet, he'd come to his subordinate for assistance. She thought that it was an expression of humility, a rare and respectable trait to be found in any man.
Listening to the question, her concern began to grow. Yes; it can cause, uh, complications.
The birthing canal was an interesting place; though it could expand much larger than one might imagine, it did have its limits. This is mostly about how big the babies are. If they are like the mother, it is not problem.
If they are like the father, sometimes she might bring them early.
Ainhoa remembered the young woman — too young, too young — who she had once served. The children could not pass easily, and as a result, all were lost. Sometimes, this is good. How long until she has them?
If there was enough time left, she might propose Wylla's labor be induced.