Silver Creek hers is the strength

The silver eyed girl gave Spring a small smile, nodding. She felt comfortable as she could, given the reason she'd joined the Creek, and the longer that she spent there the more it was become a home to her and not just a refuge. It would take time, naturally, until the two became one and the same, but Rowan was eager for the shift and embraced it. "Not at least until the children potty outside the den." She teased back, her smile growing a little bit stronger. 

"If there is anything I can do to help you - please, let me know." Rowan couldn't hunt or properly defend the borders but she could offer council and she could heal. She could do the more intellectual things while her body physically was set in its process. "The other children - Indra, Laurel, and Milo - they were born outside the packlands right?" She asked curiously. She was thinking more about where the puppies would be born and it was becoming more and more necessary to decide where her whelping den would be.