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While Lotte seemed so grateful Hemlock was unsure why - she'd put in all the hard work after all! The healer nosed tenderly at the Banrion's temple, nuzzling and smoothing out her fur. "You have made all mothers proud tonight," She said softly, her tail curled protectively over the two cubs who had not made it. All in all, even with the slight hiccups, the labor process had gone smoothly. The inquiry brought a slight frown to Hemlock's lips, her gaze softening as it trailed across the four figures tucked to Lotte's breast. "I will do all I can to help him. I do not want to see any harm to a child, but they are soft and weak in the worst of ways at first." She lamented. "We will do all we can for him - I know that. And yours - they have a strong sense to them, we will find ways to help them along too." Hemlock couldn't work miracles but she had never believed in her cause more than when it came to the children of Teaghlaigh.

She let out a slow breath when Lotte beckoned her family closer, feeling as if she was intruding on that moment but she would no-more abandon the cubs she had been safeguarding than she would these wolves. They were her family, even if the bonds were forged by determination and concern, and she was proud of them. Still, if she was requested to leave, she would do so without hesitation - whatever was requested of her.