Dragoncrest Cliffs Merry ground

"your mother?" portia echoed quietly, concerned. wildfire seemed to get drastically worse after that comment-- which scared her, since she felt she'd done a decent job keeping her nerves down about the whole childbirth thing. worried, the fisa stepped closer and nudged her friend below the chin, her tail wagging slowly and lowly at her haunches. "it'll be okay, hun, you'll be fine. your babies will turn out just fine," she said reassuringly. she couldn't remember anything about wildfire's mother-- though she was almost positive the other had mentioned her once or twice. hopefully wifi would calm down, nerves weren't so great for the babies.