Blackfeather Woods does the lighthouse shine to seek, or to be found?

the woman's cry summoned her hurriedly back, a clump of moss hanging haphazardly from her lips. by the time she arrived, a pup had already been born; the speechless woman had pushed the babe toward the mother, while Ocracoke cleaned herself. tahani frowned, confused. surely she should be more attentive to her offspring?

she dipped her white muzzle and nudged the pup closer, encouraging it to find a teat and suckle. she hoped Ocra's milk production was fine; she had borage, just in case it wasn't. as for the young mother--

"good?" she asked, trying to assess the patient's physical and mental state. she cocked her head in inquiry, giving a gentle lick upon the woman's forehead. "Tahani is here." there was more still to come, but it was a respite for Ocra, a rest between babes.