Bad Vibes

Meldresi was silently relieved. She had refused. A new litter of pups would be born, in late spring, and the pack's ranks would swell again. She hated to kill children anyway. The Dark Queen stood straight, eyes flitting to the nearest entrance to Mephala's Web. "I have herbs that can help with the pain and sickness." She said, glad that this had happened in spring and not winter. Morgana would be forced to endure the pain if she was impregnated during the bleakest months of the year. "I suggest that, for most of your first trimester, that you stay in my infirmary. You'll be safe and comfortable there." Her infirmary was in the works, but she would create nests of soft moss and bedding, and have a store of food for the wounded. Perhaps, if she could, Meldresi could find another adjacent cave close by, for pups to be born, or at least taken care of; a nursery of sorts.