Dragoncrest Cliffs Merry ground

She nodded quickly, hoping she hadn't insulted Portia's choice in whelping dens. But she didn't get a chance to find out because the medicine woman didn't linger on the topic. She addressed Wildfire's questions about her mate's attendance at the birth. The Bandrona considered the words, which made a fair bit of sense. The tree was big enough to accommodate both she-wolves plus a brood of reasonable size—otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen it—but it made sense that she might require more space during the actual birthing process.

"I don't even know what Thur—Heda wants to do," Wildfire confessed. "I'll have to ask her. I'd like her to be there or at least very close by." She hummed thoughtfully again, then felt a slight uptick in her pulse as she suddenly found herself thinking about giving birth and all it entailed. "Did the she-wolves you helped—did you give them medication of any kind? Or did they just do it all naturally?" she wondered.