Neverwinter Forest The beams of first light [Birth (M)]

Kjalarr didn't jerk away. She should have known that it had something to do with just burying his daughters, but Maude could not surpress the leap of glee her heart did in her chest at the contact. She lingered there, unwilling to move away from his bulky presence, her head only shifting to glance at the dark-furred wolf that approached. 

The pirate wench stifled a cackle at the thought of being mistaken for Ondine of all wolves. No, she was no water-witch, though there were times when....no. She wouldn't think of that now. All she did was swivel her head to beam at the weakened form of the witch in question, a slightly please smirk on her face as she absorbed the sight of her exhaustion. It would take some coaxing to push her away from Kja' now, but she knew the gravity of the situation, even if it mattered little to her. She backed away, letting Kjalarr guide his brother (how many did he have?!) to see the little potato that was Kjalarr's son, lingering for a few more moments before slipping away. She had seen all she needed.