Hideaway Strath A strangled cry

all welcome to encounter Hemlock on her path through the Strath! Or stop by the den!  

 

The children so far had not perished - still, Hemlock was not happy nor excited about the prospects ahead as they were by no means safe. Children died all the time but she needed to be certain that these did not. She would not betray the trust placed in her by her leaders. She had gathered some colts wood for the sake of helping the children - not only @Lotte and Arturo's but also the little one she was now the Shepard of. With a low chuff  the healer popped her head into the birthing den. "This will help the little lungs breathe easier."  Truth be told, she wasn't worried about them for much other than breathing. Roarke was a fighter, though Ceallach slept soundly most of the time she'd seen him, and Mallaidh seemed just a firey as her first born brother it was Erilys she fretted over. The little one had struggled, and it was for this that she laid the herbs down before Lotte. "Eat this, and it will go to the pups through your milk. I am still foraging for more borage to make sure that you have enough milk for them."  She explained before she'd made her retreat, answering any questions presented before she plucked up the other little bundle of herbs and departed the densite.

Briefly she stopped to hunt down a little rabbit, it was not fat but the hare still would be enough to start the process of shifting her charge from milk to meat. Errands ran, Hemlock made her way back towards the King Sequoia to the nest she'd set up nearby. She wanted not only to be close to her family it also provided her an extra level of security. No doubt the sentries would be most active there, in the heart of their woods. 

While she had only entertained the notion of birthing children briefly, it was in her nature to nurture. This did not remove her from her call as nurse, and while @Sirius was not her own as she entered the little nesting den she'd made for them she still nuzzled and licked over the pup as if he was her own. "Oh little wildling, you will not like this, but, it must be done." She chewed the coltswood up along with some of the meat and carefully hid the herb into the pile she offered the puppy. Hopefully he would want to eat so she would not be forced to push the herbs on him.