Hideaway Strath ceathairéad

She offered a little smile to the Banrion, her tender joke had worked to do its job and broke some of the tension that had laced the night. While the little pups would not know their mothers love they had known nothing but. No pain or sorrow would ever touch them, for them would be buried as they had been wrought with nothing but tender affection. "No one would want to carry out such a heavy sentence."  Hemlock said softly, pressing her snout to Lotte's temple tenderly. It was a victory to them all when the next puppy born lives and breathed, fighting out against her mother and Hemlock gave a shakey laugh. "A true fighter,"  She said joyously. 

Silence filled the densite. An hour passed in trepidation but she watched the fighting spirit of the youngest Fearghal and the girl seemed to thrive, it brought her joy. She fell quiet, watching as the Banrion bore down again. Her eyes watched intensely as a larger pup appeared, but rather than one child two appeared - and the first seemed to be so eager her latched on his mother's lip. The girl however, Lotte had tried to rouse and it did not seem to breathe. 

The healer took her to her breast, nuzzling the child and clearing her nose and mouth. She nudged her stomach gently, giving a whoop of a laugh when the puppy squirmed and cried out indignantly. Hemlock lifted her, returning her to her mother, pressing another little kiss to Lotte's brow. "Three beautiful children,"  She murmured softly, smiling at the woman.