Silver Creek The witching hour

my sister has dealt with those for years, they're terrible! hope you're feeling better!

Rowan watched Mona with interest, her gaze drifting across her ruddy daughter fondly even as she wailed. A breathy laugh left her throat as the girl latched onto her brother's paw instead and Rowan slowly lifted her, pulling her hold free before arranging her again. The pale wolf assisted her daughter, guiding her to a teat so that she could watch the pair of them as they filled their stomachs. She felt oddly deflated, as if she had a great deal less to her - and in truth, she did. The afterbirth had come and she had set to the grim work of cleaning herself up but she felt exhausted and tired and yet amazed. It was just the beginning of course, and there was still so many chances to falter, but, she adored the tiny babies at her side and it all seemed worth it.